Paloma Ford - I Don't Know lyrics

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Paloma Ford - I Don't Know lyrics

[Produced by: Cy Frye and Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.] [Hook: Paloma Ford] I don't know what these n***as speakin' off I don't know what these n***as trippin' on Don't touch my n***as I suggest you don't Boy if you do you must be suicidal Don't say my name unless you suicidal Don't get to close unless you suicidal Dont touch my n***as I suggest you don't Boy if you do you must be suicidal [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Money won't ease us Man n***as even hated on Jesus Living life on the road on the chase for the money Cause the hoes won't please us Yeezus told us there's blood on the leaves Ain't no love in the streets Let her run into me and she wanted to meet Now she f** with a G Got your b**h not wanting to speak Hold up, y'all mahf**ers tried to sh** on us Chain all lit all up Porsche with the horse like get on up And my b**h got that sh** on her Rock Balmain cause I'm ballin' I put red bottoms on red models And no more red bottles Straight Belarie n***a every bottles Ricky Rozay we in here Double M G we've been here Straight from the north side Right by the project how did I get here Sippin' on lean with a bad a** b**h From the Hills, probably live there And get money like me And the p**y so wet I need swimwear Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up [Hook] I don't know what these n***as speakin' off I don't know what these n***as trippin' on Don't touch my n***as I suggest you don't Boy if you do you must be suicidal Don't say my name unless you suicidal Don't get to close unless you suicidal Dont touch my n***as I suggest you don't Boy if you do you must be suicidal [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Suicide doors, riding around with a suicide who*e There's no love in the streets and this blood on my sneaks got suicide on them Going everywhere you are not going Doing everything you are not doing And I've been out to get it and you mention my n***as that's suicide on them Right back to the money my n***a no we don't play Say my name and that's D.O.A And all these chains is saying we okay And we drink Champagne, eat Frito Lays At lunchtime, do it for the ghetto one time I don't even know how to tell time, look at our time Cause the watch say bust down and the whole band is drumline Me and my n***a, Rozay that's my n***a D-Boy, that's my hitter You ain't doing wrong, as long as you don't touch my hitter South finger f** my trigger, smoking on strong None of y'all can f** with us None of y'all gossip, Jigga Give me my throne, and you ain't gonna like my picture Leave a comment, f** n***a Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up [Hook] I don't know what these n***as speakin' off I don't know what these n***as trippin' on Don't touch my n***as I suggest you don't Boy if you do you must be suicidal Don't say my name unless you suicidal Don't get to close unless you suicidal Dont touch my n***as I suggest you don't Boy if you do you must be suicidal [Bridge: Paloma Ford] You must be suicidal When we pull up, watch the suicide doors I've been too deep, make 'em call the 5-0 If he surprised, I know that gun go BLAT, BLAT, BLAT, BLAT This kush got me so on Man I'm so on We ridin' 'round, we gettin' money Don't act like you don't know Don't touch my n***as I suggest you don't Boy if you do, you must be suicidal [Hook] I don't know what these n***as speakin' off I don't know what these n***as trippin' on Don't touch my n***as I suggest you don't Boy if you do you must be suicidal Don't say my name unless you suicidal Don't get to close unless you suicidal Dont touch my n***as I suggest you don't Boy if you do you must be suicidal

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