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You Wouldn't Understand
Dom Dirtee
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What it do
What it damn do
Paul Wall
Dom Dirtee wassup baby?
That money that's wassup, man
You know what I'm talmbout?
Ay
Big money talk
Bull**** walk
True to the game
Until I'm outlined in chalk
They haters all gawk, they just do what they can
While I, Do what I want, yes I am the man
With the Patek Philippe
Hundred grand on my hand
If I, may be so bold and classic leather the band,
If they, wanna confirm I'm verified in advance
If you, gettin' your paper up then I am a fan
It is I, the Ice Man
Cold front initiator
Throw the H up
Definition of a player
Real major
Go on and do me a favor
Please don't do me no favors
Yo, Dom Dirtee, what we gone do with these haters?
Usually the ones trollin' pockets on hiatus
If you seen the hours I clock, it's outrageous
Stacking up these Ms takes an awful lots of patience
I switch up my hustle like a rapper switch cadence
Dedicated to the grind throughout all the changes
Tryna level up my pockets, ballin come in stages
Cuz in this game loyalty is quite advantageous
You know what I'm sayin?
You know what I'm talking bout?
But nah you wouldn't understand
What it do
But nah you wouldn't understand
What it damn do
Paul Wall
But nah you wouldn't understand
Dom Dirtee wassup, baby
That money
But nah you wouldn't understand
Look
Do me a favor
Never do me no favors
I was raised off goonie behavior
Hustle by nature
I hit the corner, Maserati swerve
Cut all my side b****** off
Because they was on my nerves
Started trappin out of the projects
Took it to the burbs
Double my dollars
Put it back right back into rappin these words
Music and murder, they steal my style
All these rappers is lurkers
Mask on, lights off
All my homies is is purgers
Screaming RING THE ALARM
Another hater dyin
Homie love to talk loud
And watch him fade to silence
Shout out my New York homies tryna escape the island
Shout out Texas, reckless, when they wave the iron
617 state of mind that I am
Uh in eternally
It just occurred to me
You suckas commit perjury
In studios, groupie hoes
My toolie holds, more than 15 shots to blam
But nah you wouldn't understand
Blanco
But nah you wouldn't understand
Dom Dirtee, Paul Wall
But nah you wouldn't understand
Ay man... hip-hop s***
But nah you wouldn't understand
You know the mutha****** vibes
But nah you wouldn't understand