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jung lov - you don't even know me lyrics

[chorus]
you don’t even know me
i’m tryna bust my own dome piece
riding with all my homies
drug-numbed, pumped up, and heart empty

[verse 1]
remember me well to the ones who my brothers
that’s sloppy, -ssociates, both of my cousins
cause i still can’t manage to die when i sleep
just wake up get f-cked up don’t try and repeat
my body, it hates me and i hate it too
in spite of this fact my blood it runs cool
like ice in my veins but there’s none on my neck
just give me your love while i chase for this check

[verse 2]
ask “what’s the price” when i pull up on site
the deal was for green but now i gotta think twice
do i really even f-ck with you and you f-ck with me too?
maybe but the fact is i can’t even stand your crew
it’s all just ignorant members and wannabe senders
sloppy we slender like branches ready to break in weather
asking whether or not the smoke spot is hot
keeping the block under watch and my eyes on the cops

[verse 3]
don’t f-ck with red dots
no scopes, no head-shots
not gonna make them bodies drop
never gripping a glock
my drugs and my fangs the only things that i got
my weapons of choice when the streets i go stalk
in the night you goin’ find me
and pull up beside me
and ask me so nicely
“lov f-ck my b-tch twice please?”
and i’ll tell you “f-ck off you p-ssyboy b-tch”
leave me in peace so this blood i can sip

[chorus]
you don’t even know me
i’m tryna bust my own dome piece
riding with all my homies
drug-numbed, pumped up, and heart empty

[verse 4]
i am the nightmare that you never dreamed of
when you f-ck your girl i’m the creature she screams of
born of the l-st and the blood of all sinners
i am the demon feast p-ssy for dinner
can i get a “h-llo” from the b-tches who won’t get played
send a f-ckboy straightaway like
p-ssy you a deadbeat
you limp-d-ck hyenas while i am that fresh meat
and i never been a sucker won’t get f-cked on no backstreet

[verse 5]
hit up xoxo
like “where’s the f-cking beat bro”
hit me back and now i let the f-cking beat flow
like a third party watching the words roll
off’a my tongue
gotta couple b-tches wrapped around my thumb
drugs could never keep me numb
my body ain’t made up to wake up and just pop some
pills like manure
for pulling kruger maneuvers
asking for death from the luger
i tell you “drown in the sewers”

[verse 6]
sick of this dialogue
f-ck boys saying they got a plan
b-tch, you ain’t a poet
tryna get d-ck riders, drop a track and then throw it
to be honest, you wouldn’t know how to flow it
if kendrick hit you up and said, “le’me show you”
hit a hundred plays, say, “that’s a good day’s work”
b-tch, i’m never satisfied until my work the world’s heard
i work the words, throw the man both the birds
and f-ck the rest of y’all who call my sh-t absurd
i came to kiss p-ssy only for those of you who deserve

[chorus]
you don’t even know me
i’m tryna bust my own dome piece
riding with all my homies
drug-numbed, pumped up, and heart empty

- jung lov lyrics

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