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C-Murder - They Don't Really Know You lyrics
[master p] Yo c, that's where your boo stay at? Oh they ballin' like that huh? What they think about you fool? Chorus [erica foxx] Boy they don't really know you, like i really know you I don't care what they say Boy they don't really know you, like i really know you I don't care what they say [erica foxx] I'm down with you, 'til the end boy When the strugglin', hustlin', thuggin', lovin' So i ain't trippin' on what they sayin' About you, cause i got you, even if your creepin' Chorus [erica foxx] Boy they don't really know you, like i really know you I don't care what they say Boy they don't really know you, like i really know you I don't care what they say [c-murder] It's like one plus one, equals me and you, boo I know you forever tru by the things you do Not only would you ride, die, and cry for me You'll even take my charge, kiss your baby bye for me Now that's love, that unconditinal kind If we broke up, or you throw up, you might lose your mind You catch me red-handed, with my hands on the goods But you let me slide cause you know i'm straight out the hood You say it's because of all the little things i do If minds only knew the real things we been through But most of all i like the way you be scratching my back And grabbin' my pillows and pulling the sheets, when you're lovin' me Chorus [erica foxx] Boy they don't really know you, like i really know you I don't care what they say Boy they don't really know you, like i really know you I don't care what they say [master p] Now you gonna ride with me wodie when times get hard Now if my luck change, then we both live large Take care of the kids, cause i'll be home in a week And that diamond bezzle you wanted, it's under the tree Six carots, two minks, i'll be bringing with me Them ?? get out cause i'm ready to flee See i like a thug girl that's gonna keep it real And when the cops pull us over, she's gonna hide that steel And my boonapalist post bail when a soldier be down And she even hit a lick, just to keep me 'round My little boo don't even trip when they be wanting her man Cause when she go shopping, is it you and a friend Tattooed my name on her back cause she loved a thug And before we go hustlin', it be kisses and hugs And don't mess with no scrub, cause she love that bud And there ain't no limit to this ghetto love, ya heard me? Chorus [erica foxx] Boy they don't really know you, like i really know you I don't care what they say Boy they don't really know you, like i really know you I don't care what they say |
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