I Don't Know What I've Been Told!
Liars and cheats are nothing to be played with
Leave you strayed with no keys or heat, dumb beef shit
Tough as sirloin, juicy as OJ
No murder man I just make murdering beats
One time pipe and she shocked that I left
Don't know what I've told you but I set it that mind straight
She said she was charging a hoe free rate
I didn't even pay for her dumb ass little date
Uh
Ladies think I'm the man, dudes wanna plan
Fuck the Klan destroy it with a spray can damn man
Red Gucci robes I'm the East Atlanta Santa
Y'all rappers sound like that lame ass fucking Panda
Me and my boy Imperial, living so ethereal
This shits starting to become so mother fucking trivial
I don't know what I've been told, but your mamas a big fucking hoe
Man I don't know what I've been told
But all this shit people telling me be getting old
I've been told my whole life to get a degree
Get a good job and sip some Iced tea
Fuck these dudes up you can call me Bruce lee
Y'all know I'll always keep it ice cold, my g
I'll pull up in my whip, And I'll empty out my clip
Then imma finna dip, Trade it for coup
Mod out the V8, Tell your girl I'll be late
Take her out to the strip, Iced out on my drip
She be admiring all my witz, Bang her out in the Ritz
Oof I bit her in the nip, so I'll leave her a small tip
She hits you up all sad, then you get real mad
Say you going to beat me so why don't you meet me
Head over to the gym, Fuck you'll I'll just swim
Leave you strayed with no keys or heat, dumb beef shit
Tough as sirloin, juicy as OJ
No murder man I just make murdering beats
One time pipe and she shocked that I left
Don't know what I've told you but I set it that mind straight
She said she was charging a hoe free rate
I didn't even pay for her dumb ass little date
Uh
Ladies think I'm the man, dudes wanna plan
Fuck the Klan destroy it with a spray can damn man
Red Gucci robes I'm the East Atlanta Santa
Y'all rappers sound like that lame ass fucking Panda
Me and my boy Imperial, living so ethereal
This shits starting to become so mother fucking trivial
I don't know what I've been told, but your mamas a big fucking hoe
Man I don't know what I've been told
But all this shit people telling me be getting old
I've been told my whole life to get a degree
Get a good job and sip some Iced tea
Fuck these dudes up you can call me Bruce lee
Y'all know I'll always keep it ice cold, my g
I'll pull up in my whip, And I'll empty out my clip
Then imma finna dip, Trade it for coup
Mod out the V8, Tell your girl I'll be late
Take her out to the strip, Iced out on my drip
She be admiring all my witz, Bang her out in the Ritz
Oof I bit her in the nip, so I'll leave her a small tip
She hits you up all sad, then you get real mad
Say you going to beat me so why don't you meet me
Head over to the gym, Fuck you'll I'll just swim
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Writer(s): Jerry Young
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