Dave - Wanna Know lyrics
David Orobosa Omoregie
[Dave - Wanna Know lyrics]
Envy and jealousy
It's everything I wished upon my enemies
See me doing well and now they're
Telling me they're getting me
I just fly west and link Melanie
Times I was selling green
Now I've got more stones on
My watch than a cemetery
Girls can remember me, F U and your memory
Jussy, what you telling me?
Come we fly to Nike
And trust me everything we're getting free
Everything we're getting free
From crack fiends and hella b
To rap beats and melodies
Athletes will never see
Chat chatting but us man, they'll never be
Us man they'll never be
'Cause all my man are running to the money
We be running like ah, ah, ah, ahh
And all my man are running from them hoes
On the roads like whoa whoa whoa, whoa
Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know
But now I'm seeing dough
These catties they be calling off my phone
All these mandem, they applaud me on the road
I put corn in for my bros
Mandem keep on talking on the low
Mandem keep on talking on the low
But, all my man are bros
And all my man, all my man are bros
My mandem have your mandem on the ropes
I'll have mandem on your road
Mandem in a batch or on their own
With a bat or with a pole
I've got mandem that will slap
A man with both
Nike jacket on my back, I'm looking cold
It's funny how these catties wanna know but
All my man are running to the money
We be running like ah, ah, ah, ahh
And all my man are running from them hoes
On the roads like whoa whoa whoa, whoa
Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know
But now I'm seeing dough
These catties they be calling off my phone
All these mandem, they applaud me on the road
Look, I came in late two bottles in my hand
I think it's looking like I'm waved
I'm searching for a brown skin
Girl with a body
Or a lightskin chick with a smile
Good style and a pretty little face
I used to spend a grand a week
Stuntin' on some hoes but Prada boy retired
I don't rock designer clothes
I put 40 on my H&M jeans
And the rest came free
I told my mum I'll give her everything I own
The hell you mean you haven't heard of us?
F a guest list, 20 man is how I'm turning up
Swear I saw that girl last year
She tried to curve me
Her boyfriend's in cunch cause he's broke
That's a joke
Tell your man to come and work for us
Trapping's still alive
My brother I know you've heard of us
Said you gonna ride my brother but
You ain't burst at us
Guys have got 5 times 5 times 5
That will send you to the sky
My brother, no you ain't hurting us
My lifestyle's exciting
Imagine being the reason that
Two girls are fighting
Both hands swinging nonstop like a Breitling
So sorry to my brown ting from Loughton
And sorry to my white ting from Brighton
(Can I get away with saying that?)
'Cause all my man are running to the money
We be running like ah, ah, ah, ahh
And all my man are running from them hoes
On the roads like whoa whoa whoa, whoa
Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know
But now I'm seeing dough
These catties they be calling off my phone
All these mandem, they applaud me on the road
I put corn in for my bros
Man they keep on talking on the low
Man they keep on talking on the low
But, all my man are bros
And all my man, all my man are bros
My mandem have your mandem on the ropes
I'll have mandem on your road
Mandem in a batch or on their own
With a bat or with a pole
I've got mandem that will slap
A man with both
Nike Jacket on my back, I'm looking cold
It's funny how these catties wanna know
'Cause all my man are running to the money
We be running like ah, ah, ah, ahh
And all my man are running from them hoes
On the roads like whoa whoa whoa, whoa
Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know
But now I'm seeing dough
These catties they be calling off my phone
All these mandem, they applaud me on the road