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juke (lab tv) - i ain't even know it lyrics

[verse 1]

yo, o.t hustlin, big bullet in your face when me team comin in
we get the bobby and the chase and my fiends loving it
put the money on the table let my team double it
so what you know about cold nights, sold b, sold white
on my own i had no g to hold tight
now the youngers on the strip will have you froze white
big .44 good grip fella no sight
ha, catch a rat then it’s on site
after that i’ll put the strap to his dons kite, jheeez
pure flap lad he’s gone white
he’s in the wrong ends, on the wrong night
we put the graft phone on, now it’s gone nice
jail or the box lad i’m not promised long life
not gonna hunt you down but my young dons might
never making money if i’m chasing round gobsh+tes

[hook]

i ain’t even know it, i ain’t even know it
man was a snake but, i ain’t even know it
nah i ain’t even know it, i ain’t even know it
man was a faker but i ain’t even know it
nah, i ain’t even know it, i ain’t even know it
man was a hater but i ain’t even know it
nah i ain’t even know it, i ain’t even know it
started talking to jakes but, i ain’t even know it
i ain’t even know it
[verse 2]

ha, cos we scousers mate
old timers try chat, nah you’re out of date
jukey’s jumping o.t a couple ounce of flake
and a couple days later i’m counting papes
i’m just trying to be me kidda allow the hate
you know the lyrics that are coming out my mouth are great
me, ramma, heeley chilling with an ounce of haze
you know jukey’s got the henny when i bounce in raves
why? cos i’m a grafter, from up jock to down stoke
yeahhhhhhhh, i got the bobby that you try’n smoke
old timers getting gobby they some arl jokes
i’m in the woods with my shotty like i’m raoul moat
and in the days i’m, haze dealing, uh
and in the nights brudda, i’m cake stealing
you try and catch me slipping kid i’m gonna make even
i’ll run up on a divvy like i’m f+cking dale cregan

[hook]

so why ye chatting that ye pack, dah
you get terrored, so don’t try and act bad
ramma’s got the .357 in the man bag
jukey’s got the john fully loaded in his hands lad
trust bro, let the ting blow, sh+t your pants lad
empty the clip and your foots gonna dance lad
in fact lad, flip i’ll make man do a handstand
superbike with a chrome ting and it’s bang bang
ramma’s got the sk!lls, but he don’t even know it
jukey’s got the piece, but he don’t need to show it
muzzleflash my team laaa with some evil flowing
if you’re out for the beef kid my young gs are knowing
we all stack the cash but, we don’t need to blow it
b+tch in the place now b+tch it’s time to blow it
i might sell the b but it’s weed that i’m blowin
when i’m not o.t kid it’s weed that i’m growin

[hook]

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