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Ay, Nick I ain't gon' even lie, my nigga, I'm feelin' good Haha, I mean, considering, you know? What I ain't overcame? The Jack Guy Before you call him a snitch, I need to see his discovery While everybody wishin' the kid a speedy recovery Most of these young'uns in the street just because of me Think it's all fun and games 'til they six feet up under you Hear no, see no, speak no evil or fuckery Never dumb, deaf or blind, feel like Stevie, I'm wonderful Type of nigga shoot to the V with Kentucky Blue Told Goo, "These niggas might not see me for a month or two" These dicksuckers rather see me in custody But in all honesty, this what a twenty-year run'll do And niggas ain't got it, so how the fuck is you judgin' me? Got a old-school handle on the rock, I think I'm Uncle Drew Never met a plug can say that he fronted me Starin' through my rear-view, it's hard to see what's in front of you It ain't a soul that I can trust more than Double Dee Or no woman that's gon' ever love me like my mother do Watelse You don't know what you're doin' to your—and you don't know what you're doin' Never have, never will Letras de cancionesYou don't know what you're doin' to your—and you don't know what you're doin' Never had a clue You don't know what you're doin' to your—and you don't know what you're doin' Sit back and take notes (Oh, I know what I'm doin') You don't know what you're doin' to yourself Watelse All of these bitches too uppity But in real life to me, they really not even fuckable Most of these niggas try to act like they cut as me On some real shit, when it comes to these bitches, they gullible Know what you doin', didn't know she was fuckin' me Always textin' me, I never hit her back, she a bugaboo Two pints of Wock, me and Ty might pour up a three In a cranberry apple, turn a Snapple to jungle juice I let these niggas run they mouth while I run the street Thought he knew what he was doin', really didn't know what to do I know what you thinkin', my nigga: who the fuck is me? Same time, I'm wonderin' the same: who the fuck is you? Niggas ain't gang, it's on with them, know it's up with me Been damn near gettin' money for free Since I learned how to turn one to two Send a couple few hundred racks out the DoubleTree And took some of the coldest hoes ever down at the W It's Jack Jack You don't know what you're doin' to your—and you don't know what you're doin' Never have, never will You don't know what you're doin' to your—and you don't know what you're doin' Never had a clue You don't know what you're doin' to your—and you don't know what you're doin' Sit back and take notes You don't know what you're doin' to yourself Watelse From Letras Mania