Stogie T - Dunno ft Nasty C Lyrics

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Yeah, in a ghost (In a ghost)
Sittin’ low (Sittin’ low)
I seen it all (Seen seen)
I done most, yeah
Money come, friends come, money go, yeah
Real love, fake love
I get ‘em both, yeah yeah (Goddamn!)
You dunno (Dunno)
You dunno (Dunno)
You dunno nothin' ‘bout, nothin' ‘bout me
You dunno (You dunno)
You dunno (You dunno)
You dunno (You dunno)
You dunno know nothin' ‘bout, nothin' ‘bout me

verse 1 [Nasty C]
I don’t mean to be on my own dick
But I was just chilling and listening to me
Ridin’ down the highway middle finger up, I felt like Mr. Bean
Lately I’ve been talking to the reaper
And tryna convince him to let me be
But somebody gotta have a strap
And we all strapped to our seats
'Cause a lot of niggas is dying in these streets
Somebody’s vaaying this week
I don’t wanna be seen on the side of the road
And my body wrapped up like sweets
Remember those days when it was just Jay and Jay La Vie
My city move like one team
But now niggas givin’ us looks and ?
Chop chop, get to the cream
Heard a lot of people don’t like me, I’m so worried OMG
Bunch of fuckin’ goofballs
Tell my goon go get ‘em
I hit him with a through ball, stru God

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verse 2 [Stogie T]
In a Range, in the club, shooting my shot, in a Golf
She can tee off, fitting them birdies both deep in the hole
?, on her jaw
Get a bag, spend it all
Get it back when we tour
Get a stack and stash-stash-stash offshore
And I got mans on call with a bad temper that don't like your sort
Internet thug lowkey bored hashtag war but you micro soft
Them guys are opps, they smile and plot
Like Hyman Roth if you gon' bite the crotch at least towel off
I better feel no vibe next time you wanna talk
Straight to the money, all that yang get the sayanor
Bunch of fuckin' goofballs
Tell my goon go get 'em like a alley-oop, dawg, stru God

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