Didn't Cha Know
Ouuuu Hey, I'm trying to decide, which way to go
They like when I hit em with that
Yeah
Turning up you can see my chain sparkle
Fell asleep in the party, they wrote on me with black marker
Red bone tryna fuck, I like my hoes a lil dark
Made money off Mary Jane, I'm a pimpin' Peter Parker
Claim she came over to cuddle, she undid my Louis buckle
I know I got some self control but I'm too drunk just not to fuck her
I spent a bad to get this .40 no I'm not gone use my knuckles
I'm tryna jump in this hoe throat
She say she want me in her tonsils
She feel like I'm finna blow, nigga suicide bomber
Money green just like some cabbage, bitch I'm feelin' like a farmer
Ain't no nigga like me, She like, CJ, you not normal
And if they want the smoke, we get it poppin' corn kernel
Been a head turner, bitch I keep a burner
Could never play me stupid lil' bitch, I'm a fast learner
I've been a showstopper
Mike Evans head top em
I go in and buy the store I heard that you a window shopper
Fuck her raw like I want five kids
Mardi Gras, she pop tits
Black pistol to his head
On my soul, we tryna pop zits
I'm hot like jalapenos, digest what I say maybe you'll understand, lil' bitch I'm hot shit
Got both of this hoe legs inside the air just like a dropkick
Seven bullets to his head like Gino bitch, I dot shit you niggas know you winnin' hide and seek you niggas not it
Big shout out to Bino, I know he know that I'm really still that nawfside kid, nigga
Didn't cha know, didn't cha know, haa
Haaa
Didn't cha know, didn't cha know
Huh huh yeah
Uh gang
They like when I hit em with that
Yeah
Turning up you can see my chain sparkle
Fell asleep in the party, they wrote on me with black marker
Red bone tryna fuck, I like my hoes a lil dark
Made money off Mary Jane, I'm a pimpin' Peter Parker
Claim she came over to cuddle, she undid my Louis buckle
I know I got some self control but I'm too drunk just not to fuck her
I spent a bad to get this .40 no I'm not gone use my knuckles
I'm tryna jump in this hoe throat
She say she want me in her tonsils
She feel like I'm finna blow, nigga suicide bomber
Money green just like some cabbage, bitch I'm feelin' like a farmer
Ain't no nigga like me, She like, CJ, you not normal
And if they want the smoke, we get it poppin' corn kernel
Been a head turner, bitch I keep a burner
Could never play me stupid lil' bitch, I'm a fast learner
I've been a showstopper
Mike Evans head top em
I go in and buy the store I heard that you a window shopper
Fuck her raw like I want five kids
Mardi Gras, she pop tits
Black pistol to his head
On my soul, we tryna pop zits
I'm hot like jalapenos, digest what I say maybe you'll understand, lil' bitch I'm hot shit
Got both of this hoe legs inside the air just like a dropkick
Seven bullets to his head like Gino bitch, I dot shit you niggas know you winnin' hide and seek you niggas not it
Big shout out to Bino, I know he know that I'm really still that nawfside kid, nigga
Didn't cha know, didn't cha know, haa
Haaa
Didn't cha know, didn't cha know
Huh huh yeah
Uh gang
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Writer(s): Carlton Patton
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