You Wouldn’t Understand

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[Intro]
(808 Mafia)
Oh oh oh
9, oh, 9 this time (I say that once, only once)
The water (What you don’t understand)
You got Ski with me in that bitch, you know? Gang fuck

[Chorus]
What you don’t understand about me is (Yeah)
I didn’t give a fuck about a damn thing (What? What? Yeah)
I wake up in the morning, do my damn thing, I— (Woah)
Uh (uh)
What you don’t understand about me is (Uh-huh)
I never give a fuck about a damn thing (Uh-huh)
I wake up in the morning, do my damn thing (Woah)
I pop, I sip, I pour lean, I—

[Verse 1]
I’m lost in my abyss (Uh-huh)
Wake up, all I see is black, a solar eclipse (Uh-huh)
All I know is guns and sex, load the clip (Uh-huh)
Told your bitch get on her knees and suck the dick good (Freak ho, yeah, yeah)
I live my life like it’s my last days
Don’t believe in slow, I go fast
Is not it Tom and Jerry ‘this ain’t no rat race around here
It’s an outrage (It’s an outrage)
I haven’t slept for six days (I haven’t slept for six days)
Poppin ‘Percs, I can’t think clearly (I can’t think clearly)
I always run it like a relay, a relay (Run it, run it)

[Chorus]
What you don’t understand about me is
I never give a fuck about a fucking thing
I wake up in the morning, I do my damn thing
I pop, I sip, I pour lean, I—

[Verse 2]
I break the pill into minerals (what else?)
Then I put it in my cereal, uh (what else?)
They consider me a criminal (what else?)
I hate the kid cause this shit get critical (you dig?)
You got a Lambo truck, it’s rented yet (you dig?)
Look at my car, you can’t, it’s tinted, ho (you dig?)
Bad bitch in the backseat, got ten (you dig?)
Hit her like a dance, gigolo-gigolo (You dig?)
I puzzled them like a puzzle (Uh)
Freestyle shit, I never spit out writing (Uh)
Beat the pussy, I don’t fuck with the kitten (Shh)
Thirty clips dragging Smith & (Shh) black ass
Catch me listening to John Lennon (Ayy)
With your female dog in linen Versace (Ayy, bitch)
Or maybe Ozzy, or maybe Billy Idol, that’s one of my idols that lives on (On God)
I’m in the party, I don’t really need no band, I don’t care about 150 (On God)
That’s my baby, I’m gonna get the boy’s name tattooed all over her breasts (On God)
Remember the Huaraches and the theft of food in Hibachi, it wouldn’t catch me for a tip (on God)
Brand new shotty, twelve gauge on that body, don’t let me catch you slipping, yeah, yeah (Grrah)

[Chorus]
What you don’t understand about me is
I never give a fuck about a fucking thing
I wake up in the morning, I do my damn thing
I pop, I sip, I pour lean, I—

[Outro]
I pour my skinny, oh
Yeah, maybe I should try some water, eh
The water

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