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t-pain - you don't know shit lyrics

[verse 1]
you be like…
why she gotta like all of your posts?
why you in there posin’ with them hoes?
and i be like, d-mn though
why you in there goin’ through my phone?
b-tch i told you take your -ss home
and you be like…
that ain’t, that ain’t… none of my business
that ain’t, that ain’t… none of my biz
and i be like do it then

[refrain]
gon’, gon’, gon’, gon’, gon’, gon’ gon’ do it then
i’ma let you gon’, gon’, gon’, gon’, gon’, gon’ gon’ do it then
gon’ do it
i’ma let you stress yourself out
move over to the next, pull the best out
this ain’t no test
’cause baby if it was you would have to confess

[chorus]
that you don’t know sh-t
do you babe?
you be gettin’ wrong answers, aww yeah
you be gettin’ wrong answers, aww yeah
i see the molly got you gone
’cause you don’t know sh-t
do you babe?
you be gettin’ wrong answers, aww yeah
you be gettin’ wrong answers
i’ma move on to a slow dancer

[verse 2]
baby i’m all about that p-ssy
but your p-ssy ain’t gon’ really make me chill, is it?
lookin’ at you like, oh really? oh really?
havin’ real hair, that don’t make you real, can i…
hit you with the sauce in the mornin’?
i put this f-ckin’ meat right on your grill, baby
i’ll show you the stroke, put you on it
i’ll show you how to make some f-ckin’ real paper, like…
oh, oh, i be cookin’ too much not to eat
if you ain’t helpin’ me get on my feet
then let’s see how your sh-t do in the streets
i be like ooh, ooh
you say you gon’ key up all my cars
that ain’t nothin’ but a paint job
but when all my bad b-tches show up at your job
i’ma look at you like…

[refrain]
gon’, gon’, gon’, gon’, gon’, gon’ gon’ do it then
i’ma let you gon’, gon’, gon’, gon’, gon’, gon’ gon’ do it then
b-tch you must be stupid
i’ma let you stress yourself out
move over to the next, pull the best out
this ain’t no test
’cause baby if it was you would have to confess

[verse 3]
you be like… why’s he on that lame sh-t?
and i be like, you be on the same sh-t
on the gram with that stupid boomerang sh-t
you need to stop it with the games, b-tch, yeah
what did you think was gon’ happen?
all you do is push a n-gg- off ya
sittin’ at the crib with a dry d-ck
now i can’t think of nothin’ more awful, baby
you be poppin’, poppin’, poppin’
you be poppin’, ho
you be poppin’ for them n-gg-s at the night show, baby
just boppin’, boppin’, boppin’
but you be all up in my business, sh-t, i might go crazy now
how ’bout you worry ’bout that sh-t somewhere else?
stop askin’ me ’bout them b-tches in there
won’t you go find out that sh-t for yourself?
’cause i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t care
’cause i’ma tell ya
’cause i’ma tell ya

[refrain]
gon’, gon’, gon’, gon’, gon’, gon’ gon’ do it then
bet you won’t do it
i’ma let you gon’, gon’, gon’, gon’, gon’, gon’ gon’ do it then
bet you won’t do it
i’ma let you stress yourself out
move over to the next, pull the best out
this ain’t no test
’cause baby if it was you would have to confess

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