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• Artiste: Twenty-one Fake Ids
• Titre: You Don't Know Me
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{chorus} You don't know me And you probably never will You don't know me Fake IDs comin' for the kill {X2} Underground mixtapes, sold in six states Trade'em all for switch blades Eat you up like a sausage Hold your ass hostage Like the motherfucker you are I sip Vodka but inhale Cristal I keep you guessin' I'm the cop for bad rhymes and you're getting arrested You're fuckin' infested/ With a disease I call 'Robbietitus' The rims on the truck? Ya can't even imagine what the price is The Yukon's loaded with 22 inch rims The shit that spins When I enter it in truck shows it always wins (Yeah, come on) The Range Rover goes all over the place and the Range Rover hits you smack in the face The 24s sittin' on the Navigator Steers me through the crowds of haters (Damn!) They must think I'm a baller, perferibly a player But I ain't a player, why would I wanna be one? Why would I wanna be included in a threesome? Really you're just lookin' at a fuckin' billboard/ Welcome motherfuckers I am Fake IDs And non of y'all wanna fuck with me ('Cause I'm the realest!) {chorus}