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lirik lagu know me – d.end

[intro: herb & d.end]
*hey i, i know you!*
what?
*you’re, you’re dennis*
okay..?
*back in the day you used to be the drawing dude in the back of the class. yeah i know you*
no you don’t…

[chorus: d.end]
they don’t really know me
that’s why they be thinking that we’re homies (word?)
yeah, really that’s the old me
new me just collecting what you owe me
ho
they don’t really know me
that’s why they be thinking that we’re homies (word?)
yeah, really that’s the old me
new me just collecting what you owe me (ha!)

they don’t really *record scratch*
they don’t really *record scratch*
they don’t really know me
they don’t really *record scratch*
they don’t really *record scratch*
new me just collecting what you owe me

[verse i: d.end]
when i was little, i was shy
was quiet, didn’t know why
then i figured out i could rhyme
and do the spittle (spit, spit)
i got some confidence inside
afro*european pride
girls think i’m a juicy contradiction like skittles (chill, kid)
now i feel like a giant b, and i got stripes on me finally, even though i’m an anomaly
cuz i’m a british born with ghana genes
i’m a slave to myself, such irony
but i like to be a contra*d
iction, ain’t no fiction, and i feel real when i’m in the winning slot, like lottery (cha ching)
but really my bars be hoing, cuz they get your brain and blow em (pause)
confidence on fee*fi*fo*fum
go so nuts like stitched up scr*t*m
for me, they got red*eye loading
i’m indie*and a three tier totem
to you i’m the master shogun
who better than me now? no one!

[chorus: d.end]
they don’t really know me
that’s why they be thinking that we’re homies (word?)
yeah, really that’s the old me
new me just collecting what you owe me (ha!)
they don’t really *record scratch*
they don’t really *record scratch*
they don’t really know me
they don’t really *record scratch*
they don’t really *record scratch*
new me just collecting what you owe me

[verse ii: d.end]
used to have one shorty support me, though we split like divorcing, she still be h*lla family with my crew (aww)
she said that you better go far d, do whatever the bar needs, said i will ma, like yabba dabba doo
(buuut)
i got a couple exes that i thought that it would be wise to leave
cuz they kept on sleeping on me like they was collecting zs
i might’ve actually got mad, one p*ssed me off like pee
so i might’ve slipped up a little bit and called her a b (oops)
e*ven she said what the f is wrong with me
we had a big ol fight and she did not accept my apology
k, we get now how she don’t see eye to eye with d
rearrange those last four letters to see what she thought of me (you’re such a)
oh well like time machine i go way back with real homies
or like the hairline on, zack, walter emanuel jones is (d*mn)
they know the type i like, i always wanted marry snow tha product and have her someday throwing me the chonies (hold up!)

[chorus: d.end]
they don’t really know me
that’s why they be thinking that we’re homies (word?)
really that’s the old me
new me just collecting what you owe me (ha!)
they don’t really *record scratch*
they don’t really *record scratch*
they don’t really know me
they don’t really *record scratch*
they don’t really *record scratch*
new me just collecting what you owe me

[outro: herb]
y’know to some rapper someday, you might be the perfect example, but for now, i’ve got some suggestions, you should do your style like this…

- d end

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