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loon – you don’t know lyrics

[intro – loon – talking]
yeah, see a lotta finger pointin goin on
a lot of judgment bein p-ssed
n-ggas don’t even know what their f-ckin talkin ’bout
i go by the name of loon
and i represent this bad boy sh-t
’til the motherf-ckin casket drop
d-mn right, uh, aiyyo, aiyyo

[verse 1]
n-ggas don’t know me, it’s time that i give you the first taste
in case n-ggas suffer the worst case
harlem my birthplace, i used to run with n-ggas that hurt mase
i started “harlem world” in the first place
n-ggas was thirsty, jumped out the window
indoed the f-ck up, it cost they friends yo
cause that’s how friends go
but n-ggas tryna get they ends yo
forget about the n-gga that lent yo
ask for dollar, now you wanna holla cause your ends low
but look at how far your friends go
k!ller is doin it, n-gga loon drop b-tches is losin it
keep the tool c-cked, n-ggas is usin it
only if it’s a must, n-gga front, put they d-ck in the dust
that’s what you get, f-ck with n-ggas like us
loon that n-gga that bust, even though you think that n-gga just l-st
these chicks, after i hit, i put the b-tch on the bus

[chorus]
(oh you don’t know who the f-ck i be?)
oh it’s the l, double o, n, representin the nyc
(any n-gga disrespect my g’s)
son a n-gga get jacked, n-gga get cr-pped, even dumped in the sea
(oh you don’t know what the f-ck i know?)
when it come to the dough, n-gga i’ma pro, when i step to them hoes
(oh you don’t know what the f-ck i do?)
to a n-gga like you thinkin your crew gon’ do somethin to loon

[verse 2]
i’m glad puff let me get to my gat
cause now i’m ’bout to give ’em my pack
get in the ‘lac, sit in the back
ride around with my sh-t in my lap
the first n-gga react, the first n-gga act, n-gga get clapped
i don’t get down with you n-ggas like that
so all that yikkety-yak, a n-gga front, gun cl!ckety clack
make it hard for you n-ggas that rap
cause when you gotta pick up the slack
pick up a pack or pick up a plaque
you ain’t think my flow could pick up like that
the way i stick to a track, the impeller gettin hit with a bat
one swing’ll bring your sh-t to your lap
and make you sh-t in your slacks
your body shape forever zip and your trapped
let me tell you about the difference in rap
and the difference is street, n-ggas that creep
bust your sh-t with the heat
if i find out a n-gga soft and he sweet
i’m knockin ’em off their feet
sn-tchin his b-tch and ridin off with his jeep

[chorus]

[verse 3]
uh, yeah, aiyyo you frontin like you seen stacks
deep down, you’s a clown and you don’t need to feed back
hey yo, y’all n-ggas need to ease back
now how you come with your guns and your ones, and your sons like you squeeze gats
n-ggas don’t believe that, and them b-tches don’t believe that
that’s why you ride with your seat back
n-ggas don’t like you, they probably put a bullet right through
ya motherf-ckin chest with they rifle, n-ggas livin trifle
and last year ’round this time, we did it to a n-gga just like you
lean like the eiffel, scream on you like your wife do
gleam on you like the ice do, i might seem like a nice dude
even though n-ggas know, got a n-gga eighteen that’ll knife you
split n-gga -ss crack, picture we waitin on -ss cap
when you could get it like the last cat, rat a tat tat

[chorus] – 2x

- loon lyrics

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