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king von – idk you (remix) lyrics

[intro]
(traphouse mob)
(this is a melo beat)
(yo, ayo)
i don’t really know these n+ggas like that
for real though

[chorus:king von, pop smoke]
boy, i don’t know you, from a can of paint (nah)
he said he the man, he ain’t (boy, you ain’t)
he ain’t posted on the block, he ain’t totin’ no glocks (huh, what?)
he ain’t do what y’all n+ggas do
boy, i don’t know you, sh+t (uh+huh)
and, i don’t know you for hittin’ no l!cks (what?)
and, i don’t know you for havin’ no bricks (huh?)
and, i don’t know you for havin’ no b+tch (uh, uh)
boy i don’t know you, uh (uh)
n+ggas act like you owe ’em sumn’
boy i don’t know you, uh (uh, huh, huh?)
he must think i’m a hoe or sumn’
boy i don’t know you, uh (uh, huh, huh?)
like a n+gga won’t blow or sumn’ (uh)
kick in their door or sumn’ (uh)
like, f+ck up yo’ score or sumn’ (uh)
boy, i don’t know you, from a can of paint (nah)
he said he the man, he ain’t (boy, you ain’t)
he ain’t posted on the block, he ain’t totin’ no glocks (huh, what?)
he ain’t do what y’all n+ggas do
boy, i don’t know you, sh+t (uh+huh)
and, i don’t know you for hittin’ no l!cks (what?)
and, i don’t know you for havin’ no bricks (huh?)
and, i don’t know you for havin’ no b+tch (uh, uh)
boy i don’t know you, uh (uh)
n+ggas act like you owe ’em sumn’
boy i don’t know you, uh (uh, huh, huh?)
he must think i’m a hoe or sumn’
boy i don’t know you, uh (uh, huh, huh?)
like a n+gga won’t blow or sumn’ (uh)
kick in their front door or sumn’ (uh)
likе, f+ck up yo’ score or sumn’ (uh)
boy, i don’t know you, from a can of paint (nah)
he said he thе man, he ain’t (boy, you ain’t)
he ain’t posted on the block, he ain’t totin’ no glocks (huh, what?)
he ain’t do what y’all n+ggas do
boy, i don’t know you, sh+t (uh+huh)
and, i don’t know you for hittin’ no l!cks (what?)
and, i don’t know you for havin’ no bricks (huh?)
and, i don’t know you for havin’ no b+tch (uh, uh)
[verse: pop smoke]
i know some n+ggas that’ll shoot you for nothin’
callin’ up [?] he runnin’
i got a glock, might shoot ya top
that be causing a concussion
drinking that lean, robitussin
bussin’
i see an opp and i brush ’em
king of new york, no discussion
when i walk in the spot got that burner on me
i’m in the field, buy me some [?]
lil’ b+tch petite, she eat my meat
she like “papi, you so sweet.”
ice her out, b+tch she from the streets
[?]
that mean it cost me extra fees
that mean it cost me extra fees
ho

- king von lyrics

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