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• Artiste: Jarren Benton
• Titre: You Don't Know Me
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Fuck these lame niggas in my city If any nigga got a problem, tell'em come and get me It's Mr. Benton say "good morning" to the bad guy I'm enjoyin' every moment, time pass by These new rappers too emo I'm just stackin' bread, I put my bitch inside a mink coat Told you niggas desert eagle, check your fuckin' ego These hoes out here tryin to get a ring like Smeagol I am sicker than Polio niggas fake like Pinocchio When I'm in that pussy these hoes catching a holy ghost I would not go for the [?] word to Moskie Moe [?] Like a mosquito I'm fly in a tuxedo It's east side till it's rigamortis These lame niggas throwin stones at a killers fortress Think I ain't the illest in the A I blow your brains out Finna go and bleacher wash these blood stains out I came a long way from [?] I pray my grandmama is alive when I win an award Revenge of the ninja I'm bending the sword In the back of your head you ain't ready for war Don't get it twisted my nigga I ain't just some weirdo I will fuck you up if you play with my fucking euros I beg your pardon these niggas they out here starving Shoot at the niggas feet have him dancing [] You don't know me like you think you do You don't know me like you think you do I have been hated and loved And I hope this means something To all the ones who hated I say Fuck 'em This Cali weed got me feeling like a astronaut I just take a couple tokes and then I pass the pot I'm praying for happiness I ain't asking a lot Maybe a lot of bread , head and a glass of ciroc They put their heaters to your head cause your flashing that watch Out in a shitty hotel getting ass from a thot I'm irritated like a Jay with no cash for his rocks My nigga did a bid the pigs found a stash in his socks Highschool dropout I'm harassing my pops Look at me now sucker nigga I'm glad I've done stop No religion I probably won't die a martyr I used to ride to MARTA bumbin' midnight marauders I'm just trying to be better father than the one I had Money, cars , clothes and hoes - niggas want it bad She won't let a nigga fuck because she's on a [?] I threw the deuces at the ho and now she's on a [?] Brass knuckle beating a bully that fucking murders raps Niggas shining they oldschools with turtle wax I put this red dot right where your turban at If it ain't about money I ain't concerned with that Bitch You don't know me like you think you do You don't know me like you think you do I have been hated and loved And I hope this means something To all the ones who hated I say Fuck 'em Brass Knuckle Benton the bully Benton the bully that fucking murders raps Brass Knuckle Benton the bully Benton the bully that fucking murders raps Brass Knuckle Benton the bully Benton the bully that fucking murders raps Brass Knuckle Benton the bully Benton the bully that fucking murders raps