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Used To Know (remix) Lyrics - Konkrete Jungle - Akon

I guess that I don't need that though 

Now you're just somebody that I used to know 

Go on take 'er, I don't need 'er 

Kickin' back in my 2 seater 

I'm through with ya, I don't remember 

Nothin' 'bout ya, amnesia 

I moved on, adios 

Pop your bottles, make a toast 

Whole pockets, filled up 

Nothin' but dead folks 

You thought that I was gonna save you 

Tried to play but I played you 

Louie V, D&G 

Look at your wheat which I made you 

I'm cold hearted, no feelings 

My McLaren got no ceiling 

Fast life, can am 

On 85, three wheelin' 

Panamera, new Ferrari 

Paint job, caucasian 

Two hoes, half asian 

Two mo', Venezuelan 

Through with ya, now kick rocks 

S1's in my tick tock 

10 bricks for this wrist watch 

It's over babe, straight drop 

What the fuck? 

Heyo Whoo Kid, run that shit back 

God damn 

I guess that I don't need that though 

Now you're just somebody that I used to know 

Go on take 'er, I don't need 'er 

Kickin' back in my 2 seater 

I'm through with ya, I don't remember 

Nothin' 'bout you, amnesia 

I moved on, adios 

Pop your bottles, make a toast 

Whole pockets, filled up 

Nothin' but dead folks 

You thought that I was gonna save you 

Tried to play but I played you 

Louie V, D&G 

Look at your wheat which I made you 

I'm cold hearted, no feelings 

My McLaren got no ceiling 

Fast life, can am 

On 85, three wheelin' 

Panamera, new Ferrari 

Paint job, caucasian 

Two hoes, half asian 

Two mo', Venezuelan 

Through with ya, now kick rocks 

S1's in my tick tock 

10 bricks for this wrist watch 

It's over babe, straight drop 

But you didn't have to cut me off 

Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing 

And I don't even need your love 

But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough 

No you didn't have to stoop so low 

 

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Have your friends collect your records and then change your number 

I guess that I don't need that though 

Now you're just somebody that I used to know 

Money money money man 

I got DC's, crockodiles 

On both feet, Kai Peters 

Livin' life, screwed up 

Jump lane for 100 meters 

You spreadin' rumors, tellin' lies 

But that's bullshit, I'm too fly 

My heart cold, I don't feel 

Nothin' in it, it paralyzed 

You can have her, I cut 'er off 

She ain't know how to treat a boss 

I move pounds like Boston George 

Get high before I was record 

Mark Jacobs on my face 

Gator heads on my waist 

Makin' more, B-O-T 

I pop the trunk but there's lil space 

Goin' in on everything 

Head first, divin' for it 

You playin' games, changin' numbers 

And I ain't got time for it 

Drop the top, I need head room 

Flat screens in my bathroom 

I got red hoe' with long weave 

With Money Man on they tattoos 

But you didn't have to cut me off 

Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing 

And I don't even need your love 

But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough 

No you didn't have to stoop so low 

Have your friends collect your records and then change your number 

I guess that I don't need that though 

Now you're just somebody that I used to know 

Ai-ain't in love with him, blood sucka 

Bleed his Pockets, then burn rubba 

You can look, never let him touch it 

Think about it all day - Mothafucka 

Run over niggas, road kill 

Need room to breathe like fish gills 

Give them to you? What's the use 

Give them away, goodwill 

High heels, TG's 

Got that ass movin' in 3D 

The riding cure everything's so Breezy 

Gotta fight him for me like Rhi Rhi 

Black Frost, heart cold 

Third eye, heart froze 

Oblivious, tagged toes 

Beauty and the beast, don't love hoes 

That shit, I don't like it 

Do anything for a Klondike 

Ice-cream but my ice clean 

And my cake feels, bon appetite 

Devious, French too 

Bitch cost, whole thang 

Twenty cake in my bustier 

38 in my villa rang 

Consider this Evil Empire thing as a threat 

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