DC The Don - You Gotta Know** lyrics

[Intro] Oh, yes, I'm feeling this one, whoa [Verse] You gotta know, Oh my God, yeah (Yeah) I'm nauseous, it keeps me up, yeah (Yeah) Shawty the devil, the way she talks, yeah Got me up late, bumpin' Jesus Walks, yeah You gotta know, Oh my God, yeah (Ooh) I'm sick and it makes me nauseous (Ooh) Her silly ways got me moving cautious Too much to weigh, now I'm hella exhausted You know I been low as sh*t, how could I fix that? (Yeah) I buy you everything you want, I couldn't stitch that (Yeah) Serving up, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, that's where my wrist at (Ooh) Brodie who the fu*k is guardin' me? This sh*t a mismatch Pass me the ball please (Yeah) [Chorus] It's a ball game, pass me the ball please (What, what) Pass me the ball please (What, what) Pass me the ball please (What, what) Yeah, it's cashin', it's all threes [Verse 2] It's a difference, I'm not ordinary, that's why they stare at me Fast car, Nascar, the race, my sh*t embarrassin' (Oh) Risky business, I got b*tches tellin' me I'm innocent (Oh) [?] bro, I'm heaven sent Go ahead, take his medicine, whoa (What, whoa, whoa) Steal the bag, make it fit [?] (Whoa) Shawty she a whole new trick Either way, it got sh*t thick (Whoa) Taliban gang on sh*t