CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Kat Cobain
(Yeah)
What y'all know about me? (Oh no!)
I tell you nothing. You don't really know about me
I'll send one of you f*ckers to your G-O-D (Huh?)
Now tell me, baby, what you really know about me?
What y'all know about me? (Huh?)
I tell you nothing. You don't really know about me
I'll send one of you f*ckers to your G-O-D (Oh no!)
Now tell me, baby, what you really know about me?
What y'all know about me?
A real playboy from the three one three
You say you get money; well, we gone see
You say you got to work; well, where you gonna be?
Never say a 'cause I'm from the D (Oh no!)
A double L-A-S no [?]
Three one three, D-E-T me
All police stay the hell away from me (Huh?)
I'm makin' hella cheese, countin' cash like calories (Huh?)
Ain't no cap on a player ballin' salary (Huh?)
Every other minute I be pickin' up another G (Huh?)
Let these little niggas know y'all can never f*ck with me (Yeah)
What y'all know about me? (Oh no!)
I tell you nothing. You don't really know about me
I'll send one of you f*ckers to your G-O-D (Huh?)
Now tell me, baby, what you really know about me?
What y'all know about me? (Huh?)
I tell you nothing. You don't really know about me
I'll send one of you f*ckers to your G-O-D (Oh no!)
Now tell me, baby, what you really know about me?
(What) Keep calm, I'm a Detroit don
f*ck the police, [?]
If you think you f*ckin' with me, out your mind
I'm posted up in every hood like a stop sign
What y'all know about wealth?
Your boy tryin' to eat right, stay in good health
You ain't got to do it 'cause I do it myself
Me, myself, and I, ain't nobody else, welp
Can't nobody save you, nobody gone help
Back up on my grind, I mean it's time to go for self
That's when I decide to dust the Uzi off the shelf
And get to playin' the game of life with the cards that I was dealt
What y'all know about me?
I'm sick of niggas actin' like they know about me
I'm everything you niggas don't know about me
I'll send one of you f*ckers to your G-O-D (Yeah)
Talk to 'em like
What y'all know about me? (Oh no!)
I tell you nothing. You don't really know about me
I'll send one of you f*ckers to your G-O-D (Huh?)
Now tell me, baby, what you really know about me?
What y'all know about me? (Huh?)
I tell you nothing. You don't really know about me
I'll send one of you f*ckers to your G-O-D (Oh no!)
Now tell me, baby, what you really know about-
What y'all know about me? (Oh no!)
I tell you nothing. You don't really know about me
I'll send one of you f*ckers to your G-O-D (Huh?)
Now tell me, baby, what you really know about me?
What y'all know about me? (Huh?)
I tell you nothing. You don't really know about me
I'll send one of you f*ckers to your G-O-D (Oh no!)
Now tell me, baby, what you really know about me?
What y'all know about me?
A real playboy from the three one three
You say you get money; well, we gone see
You say you got to work; well, where you gonna be?
Never say a 'cause I'm from the D (Oh no!)
A double L-A-S no [?]
Three one three, D-E-T me
All police stay the hell away from me (Huh?)
I'm makin' hella cheese, countin' cash like calories (Huh?)
Ain't no cap on a player ballin' salary (Huh?)
Every other minute I be pickin' up another G (Huh?)
Let these little niggas know y'all can never f*ck with me (Yeah)
What y'all know about me? (Oh no!)
I tell you nothing. You don't really know about me
I'll send one of you f*ckers to your G-O-D (Huh?)
Now tell me, baby, what you really know about me?
What y'all know about me? (Huh?)
I tell you nothing. You don't really know about me
I'll send one of you f*ckers to your G-O-D (Oh no!)
Now tell me, baby, what you really know about me?
(What) Keep calm, I'm a Detroit don
f*ck the police, [?]
If you think you f*ckin' with me, out your mind
I'm posted up in every hood like a stop sign
What y'all know about wealth?
Your boy tryin' to eat right, stay in good health
You ain't got to do it 'cause I do it myself
Me, myself, and I, ain't nobody else, welp
Can't nobody save you, nobody gone help
Back up on my grind, I mean it's time to go for self
That's when I decide to dust the Uzi off the shelf
And get to playin' the game of life with the cards that I was dealt
What y'all know about me?
I'm sick of niggas actin' like they know about me
I'm everything you niggas don't know about me
I'll send one of you f*ckers to your G-O-D (Yeah)
Talk to 'em like
What y'all know about me? (Oh no!)
I tell you nothing. You don't really know about me
I'll send one of you f*ckers to your G-O-D (Huh?)
Now tell me, baby, what you really know about me?
What y'all know about me? (Huh?)
I tell you nothing. You don't really know about me
I'll send one of you f*ckers to your G-O-D (Oh no!)
Now tell me, baby, what you really know about-
