Meek Mill - You Don't Know Bout It lyrics

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Meek Mill - You Don't Know Bout It lyrics

[Hook: Fabolous] Tell me what you know about this Tell me what you know about that Tell me what you know about risk What you know about getting back Them n***as don't live what they rap Them boys ain't been in no trap Them n***as don't know about this Them boys don't know about that Ay, you don't know bout it You don't know bout it You don't know bout it Tell me what you know about that You don't know nothing You don't know nothing You don't know nothing Tell me what you know about that [Verse 1: Fabolous] Hold up, stop the sh** That's word to that red sign Don't think cause I'm laid up I won't flatline your red line My n***as tuck guns in Catch you slipping, it's bedtime Gotta k** you by a certain time Now, that's what I call a deadline Deadline, deadline Can't call it like a dead line When they hit little homie up I was in Miami getting fed prime Got my b**h in the studio She the best Supahead-line Call her my little ghostwriter She help me come with them headlines Headlines, headlines Put your name in them headlines n***as beefing, that's cool Just give me mine with some red wine Shouts out to my big homie When he left, he said grind My n***a moved so much Britney Spears They gave that boy Kevin Fed time Fed time, Fed time, locked down all day Real n***a by myself, Kevin Hart with it all day Rather go night-night, n***a Don't look at that white light, n***a I'm back on this dark sh** If you scared, get a night light, n***a [Hook] [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Crushing all of these b**hes Stunting out on these n***as Fifty racks in my pocket On the way to go get it Northside, yeah, we popping I was never scared of no n***a Catch me deep down in that jungle With them lions, snakes, and gorillas I be riding round in four-wheelers Drop-tops with no ceilings And I ain't talking about Tunechi, b**h Ball hard but can't hoop sh** Thank God for this lobster tail Cause jail cells it was tuna fish They locked me down in that hellhole On state row like a lunatic Tell me what you know about this Tell me what you know about that Tell me what you know about bricks Thirty two racks, I'll get you that stamp Them boys ain't toting no straps Them boys ain't up in that trap Them n***as ain't bout that life Tell you bout that white and I'm like, "Where it's at?", n***a [Hook]

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