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yu aint know - hakeem ture lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1: atm]

you ain’t know! im the man in here
haters stunting whole bunch of jackie chan’s in here
i’m so high. i think i need landing gear
flow hot! haters getting tans in here
my b-tch named monique, we sipping moet at the motel
so that’s momo. sippen momo. at the momo. h-ll yeah!
every time we kiss she get mo wet! thats mo head! thats mo s-x!
stay burning them trees down feel like the lorax
my styles a homerun! like m-th-f-cking mo vaughn up to bat
gatorade swag. no hater i never sweat
d-ck big, so when i say i’m getting neck i’m getting neck
i get the money,i get the checks, so u can’t do nothing but respect
my hustle my grind sitting waiting on my time
my time is now. my time to shine. ripping mics my time to rhyme
my card accept yo’ card decline. ryan shecklar on my grind
money always on my mind like deon i’m primetime

[hook]
jugrnaut all on my body
yu ain’t know?
i’m the freshest in the party
yu ain’t know?
i’m tryin get it in
yu ain’t know?
and tommorow do it again

[hook]
yu ain’t know? better ask somebody (repeat 3x)
so girl drop it to the floor and stop acting like yu ain’t know!

[verse 2: atm]

got blue dream,golden rubbers, 2 girls never seen each other
first time that they meet each other, french kissing how they greet each other
ain’t that some playa? you looking like a hater
rap game candy. i’mma make it now or later
but it need to be now, right now, not later
hiphop my god microphone my savior
moving slower than a mo-ped. don’t know where i’m goin
checking in a suite 22 at 2 in the morning
i know that i’m a dog, cuz these b-tches i be boning
girl take this pillow the neighbors gone here you moaning
i don’t want breakfast in bed. i want breakfast and head!
orange juice,pancake, bacon, and neck
you don’t know who i be? what the f-ck do you mean?
y-u-n-g automated teller machine
around the music for you losers
my swag so mean. that ita no longer called swag. its called joe greene
around the music for you losers my swag so mean. that its no longer called swag its called joe greene

[hook]

spiz’ikes in my feet .. jugrnaut up on my body
b-tch i’m winning with these jordan’s. you would think my name was scottie
pimping in my pippens. my 7’s is olympic
my goodwoods are authentic .. my jean are l-r-g denim
thats good wood … bad b-tches
hoes show me love like scoreless tennis
get more oral than the best dentist
got more bars then a life sentence
dressing my profession. you heard what i said man
these hoes wanna sweat me cuz i stay smoking headband
these hoes wanna bone cuz kush is my cologne
no gucci got sour d, no polo just mo dro
you can see i get brain. like mojo jo jo
like a baker i need mo dough im aikman y’all romo
taking all yo hoes swaggin in out in dope clothes, each and every day my bank gon’ grow

- hakeem ture lyrics

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