He Aint Gotta Know

He doesn't know haha

Come on baby
You know I don't kiss and tell
Fuck the haters
You know they don't wish me well
That's yo lady oh well oh well
I just gave her money for her hair and nails
Getting pounds shipped to her house through the mail
Give her hard dick we go rounds ring a bell
She said
Haha Haha
Uh huh hey

I Go hard
I don't stop naw
No no no no aye
Aye ima star riding foreign cars
Finna pick yo hoe up
Woah woah woah woah
10 miss calls 20 miss calls
And you know that shit so good
Pull up to her job
And she said

And you ain't gotta say shit either
Uh huh aye

You ain't gotta worry girl you know you save Wid me
Let's sneak out of town I might fuck you on the beach
She say she like my smell
That's that Gucci mixed with Creed
She say she wanna get high I don't smoke but I got weed
She say she wanna drive in the Maybach get the key
Beat it from the side while I'm pulling out her weave
Playa shit only man you know that shit in me
And you know that shit
I had spent a 50 ball in one month I ain't notice it
147Wildboyz Pg yea you know that's it
Ima rock the crowd boy you know Mr.Lymon lit
Dripping since a child boy I bet you bitch notice It
Pillow talking foul boy I promise I'm still gone hit her
Every time I look up at a bitch I get her

On foenem grave
Mr. Lymon

Come on baby
You know I don't kiss and tell
Fuck the haters
You know they don't wish me well
That's yo lady oh well oh well
I just gave her money for her hair and nails
Getting pounds shipped to her house through the mail
Give her hard dick we go rounds ring a bell
She said
Haha Haha
Uh huh hey



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Writer(s): Eric Jones Jr
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