Niggers wrapped around the planet
Got me feeling like I'm Janet and its 1984
Got ‘em all in a panic
All this body that I'm giving
Got 'em coming up with different strokes
Been doing shows since high school
To the mall then record in the mic booth
Tryna get on just like you
Don't chase the money, be humble
And let it find you
No I can't tell you what to do (No)
I can't tell you how to move (No, no)
No I can't tell you what to do
I can't tell you how to move (I move)
I know your thinking that you might know what it is
Still have no idea
Cuz when you finally understand just what it is
Still have no idea
What's love
These days
We don't know what to say
Heartbrеak
So much
We don't give a fuck
Around the cornеr where X lived
In the School street projects
Cussin out my exes
Niggers was dying for less than
Thank God that we made it out the hood
What a blessing
Never know what they might do
Ns pretending they living a double life too
I ain't never been the type to
Talk about some shit I never really been through
No I can't tell you what to do (No)
I can't tell you how to move (I can't)
No I can't tell you what to do (No)
I can't tell you how to move
I know your thinking that you might know what it is
Still have no idea
Cuz when you finally understand just what it is
Still have no idea
What's love
These days
We don't know what to say
Heartbreak
So much
We don't give a fuck
No Idea
Oh you still won't have no Idea
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