Young Jeezy - Don't You Know Lyrics

Writer(s) : Jenkins, Jay / Sewell, Tracey
Artist: Young Jeezy Lyrics
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Album: Track 9 on The Recession
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And you know,
And you know,

(Yea, get the money, get the money)

And you know (Get the money, nothin' but the money)
And you know (Bout the money, bout the money)
And you know (Bout the money, bout the money)

(Young! Yeah, I see you *****! Let's go!)

[Chorus]
I hear ya'll talk that work ****, that's cool
That don't mean ****, I don't know you (I don't know!)
I don't know you. (I don't know!)
I don't know you. (I don't know!)
I don't know you. (Hell no!)
I don't know you. (I don't know you *****s!)
(Let's go!) (Yeah!)
I hear ya'll talk that work ****, that's cool. (The recession *****!)
That don't mean ****, I don't know you. (I don't know!) (I'm right back in ya *** homeboy!)
I don't know you. (I don't know!)
I don't know you. (I don't know!) (Trying to take me out *****!)
I don't know you.
I don't know you.

[Verse 1]
Feelin' is in this ****
That's right I'm in this *****
Ya'll *****s acting like Young ain't never did this ****
*****, 500 grams, rock solid, no shake (shake)
Call them things Chappelles, he wants his other half baked (Whoa!)
You know I like to scramble mine, Waffle House style
Or leave 'em sunny side up and let 'em chill for a while (Damn!)
Not only have I done it, I did it, I lived it
Delivered it myself, yeah I'm making house visits (Young!)
I'm praying while I'm driving, it's making me religious
In the head lights behind me, it's making me suspicious
And maybe I'm trippin', and maybe I'm not (not)
Maybe it's nothing (nothing), just hope it ain't the cops (OK!)

[Chorus]

(Talk to 'em homie!)

[Verse 2]
I go there, get that and go back with that
And then I flip that, then send that right back
If it got 2 bags, it must be 5 stacks
So you owe 5 stacks, bring that right back (Ah ha!)
If it take too long, must be re-rock
2 in the shoe box, no these ain't Reebocks (Yeah!)
I don't live there, I just cook there
Ain't nothing in there, but fish and cookware (Young!)
Can't drop our ****, work that fork though
Lock up like woah, Young like fo' sho'
This **** right here, call that "come back" (Yeah!)
Drop this 9 off, and I'll be right back (Let's go!)

[Chorus]

(Get at these *****s, homie!)

[Verse 3]
I don't know why these *****s tell lies
Ya'll know damn well he ain't flippin' no pies
All this bird talk make me want some Popeye's
Ya'll getting no play off in my rides
Fake *** *****s, how dare you compare Young?
Black Crown Vic, yeah that used to scare Young
My 6-2's come back like Frisbees
All these smoke fumes got me dizzy (Yeah!)
They talk bricks, see
I'm just listening (Hey!)
Say, I'm just listening (Yeah!)
Hook might be tight, but that don't sound right
I sold Snow White and he sold no white (Hey!)

[Chorus]

And you know (I ain't bouncing for none of you *****s, *****)
And you know (I ain't cosigning none of you fake *** *****s)

(Realest ***** in the BS *****, Jezzy)

And you know
And you know (America is me!)
And you know

(Yeah, they know me though!)

(Let's go!)

[Chorus]


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