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He Doesn't Know Video (MV)




Performed By: Chris Hello
Language: English
Length: 3:55
Written by: Adam Amato, Chris Hello




Chris Hello - He Doesn't Know Lyrics
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These boys ain't ready
They don't even know what's about to hit em
We the come up
Tell them boys to run up
We the underdogs overrateds never want us
We the ones that's one up
Grindin' when the sun up
And sun down we knock em out the park they just bunt up
I hate fake rappers more than ants in my covers
I'ma hurt they feelings they should hold hands with each other
I make two independent women dance with each other
Like a whack sitcom you gettin' canceled my brotha, but uhhh
It's lookin' like the vote is in
Pull up to the dock she like damn this the boat we in
Lake Trav yachtin' with the fam raise a toast to when
They tried to diss us now we eatin' double triple
While them hataz rubbin' nickels is you really wantin' smoke my man
I'm never worried bout another dime a dozen brag
Self claimed such and such of rap
I've had enough of that
Too many cornies dawg stick a stick right up they ass
If it will get em more followers they lovin' that
I run em flat, done em back
Big body thumpin' fat
Lo cracking heads with every flow like I swung a bat
I'm never comin' whack
Playa nothin' lacked
I bring the full load every time the stuffings packed
You softer than a muffin homie what is that, Yeah
Can you please be more original
All you fake rappers like weave I'm bout to rip it out
All you lame rappers are cheesy time to sit em down
See if I can maybe just teach you some new principles
Authenticity one oh one
Don't be talkin' all that gangsta talk if you ain't one
Don't be rappin' bout that bank if you ain't got none
Like a rillo full of dank I'm just keeping it blunt
This goes for all you lames too that's trying to stunt
Takin' fake pics for Instagram puttin' up fronts
It's all a fassad, I mean really good god
You talkin' foreigns but I seen that Honda in your garage
And to all you beat jackers that's maybe some decent rappers
Can't create their own for nothin' like vultures just feedin' after
Someone already done killed homie level up your skills
You take what's hot and copy it to me that's just a steal
What we make is real, this an all organic meal
All the beats the lyrics the concepts you know the deal
To all the fans that listen please lend me your ear
I'ma tell you all a secret and I wanna tell you clear
We been moving stealthy something like I'm a navy seal
DBL-A and Chris Hello bout to kill em all this year, but shhhhh
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These boys ain't ready
They don't even know what's about to hit em
We the come up
Tell them boys to run up
We the underdogs overrateds never want us
We the ones that's one up
Grindin' when the sun up
And sun down we knock em out the park they just bunt up
I hate fake rappers more than ants in my covers
I'ma hurt they feelings they should hold hands with each other
I make two independent women dance with each other
Like a whack sitcom you gettin' canceled my brotha, but uhhh
It's lookin' like the vote is in
Pull up to the dock she like damn this the boat we in
Lake Trav yachtin' with the fam raise a toast to when
They tried to diss us now we eatin' double triple
While them hataz rubbin' nickels is you really wantin' smoke my man
I'm never worried bout another dime a dozen brag
Self claimed such and such of rap
I've had enough of that
Too many cornies dawg stick a stick right up they ass
If it will get em more followers they lovin' that
I run em flat, done em back
Big body thumpin' fat
Lo cracking heads with every flow like I swung a bat
I'm never comin' whack
Playa nothin' lacked
I bring the full load every time the stuffings packed
You softer than a muffin homie what is that, Yeah
Can you please be more original
All you fake rappers like weave I'm bout to rip it out
All you lame rappers are cheesy time to sit em down
See if I can maybe just teach you some new principles
Authenticity one oh one
Don't be talkin' all that gangsta talk if you ain't one
Don't be rappin' bout that bank if you ain't got none
Like a rillo full of dank I'm just keeping it blunt
This goes for all you lames too that's trying to stunt
Takin' fake pics for Instagram puttin' up fronts
It's all a fassad, I mean really good god
You talkin' foreigns but I seen that Honda in your garage
And to all you beat jackers that's maybe some decent rappers
Can't create their own for nothin' like vultures just feedin' after
Someone already done killed homie level up your skills
You take what's hot and copy it to me that's just a steal
What we make is real, this an all organic meal
All the beats the lyrics the concepts you know the deal
To all the fans that listen please lend me your ear
I'ma tell you all a secret and I wanna tell you clear
We been moving stealthy something like I'm a navy seal
DBL-A and Chris Hello bout to kill em all this year, but shhhhh
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Writer: Adam Amato, Chris Hello
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