You Don't Know Shit Lyrics - T Pain

[Verse 1] 

You be like... 

Why she gotta like all of your posts? 

Why you in there posin' with them hoes? 

And I be like, damn though 

Why you in there goin' through my phone? 

Bitch I told you take your ass home 

And you be like... 

That ain't, that ain't... none of my business 

That ain't, that ain't... none of my biz 

And I be like do it then 

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[Refrain] 

Gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' gon' do it then 

I'ma let you gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' gon' do it then 

Gon' do it 

I'ma let you stress yourself out 

Move over to the next, pull the best out 

This ain't no test 

'Cause baby if it was you would have to confess 

[Chorus] 

That you don't know shit 

Do you babe? 

You be gettin' wrong answers, aww yeah 

You be gettin' wrong answers, aww yeah 

I see the molly got you gone 

'Cause you don't know shit 

Do you babe? 

You be gettin' wrong answers, aww yeah 

You be gettin' wrong answers 

I'ma move on to a slow dancer 

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[Verse 2] 

Baby I'm all about that pussy 

But your pussy ain't gon' really make me chill, is it? 

Lookin' at you like, oh really? Oh really? 

Havin' real hair, that don't make you real, can I... 

Hit you with the sauce in the mornin'? 

I put this fuckin' meat right on your grill, baby 

I'll show you the stroke, put you on it 

I'll show you how to make some fuckin' real paper, like... 

Oh, oh, I be cookin' too much not to eat 

If you ain't helpin' me get on my feet 

Then let's see how your shit do in the streets 

I be like ooh, ooh 

You say you gon' key up all my cars 

That ain't nothin' but a paint job 

But when all my bad bitches show up at your job 

I'ma look at you like... 

[Refrain] 

Gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' gon' do it then 

I'ma let you gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' gon' do it then 

Bitch you must be stupid 

I'ma let you stress yourself out 

Move over to the next, pull the best out 

This ain't no test 

'Cause baby if it was you would have to confess 

[Chorus] 

That you don't know shit 

Do you babe? 

You be gettin' wrong answers, aww yeah 

You be gettin' wrong answers, aww yeah 

I see the molly got you gone 

'Cause you don't know shit 

Do you babe? 

You be gettin' wrong answers, aww yeah 

You be gettin' wrong answers 

I'ma move on to a slow dancer 

[Verse 3] 

You be like... why's he on that lame shit? 

And I be like, you be on the same shit 

On the Gram with that stupid Boomerang shit 

You need to stop it with the games, bitch, yeah 

What did you think was gon' happen? 

All you do is push a nigga off ya 

Sittin' at the crib with a dry dick 

Now I can't think of nothin' more awful, baby 

You be poppin', poppin', poppin' 

You be poppin', ho 

You be poppin' for them niggas at the night show, baby 

Just boppin', boppin', boppin' 

But you be all up in my business, shit, I might go crazy now 

How 'bout you worry 'bout that shit somewhere else? 

Stop askin' me 'bout them bitches in there 

Won't you go find out that shit for yourself? 

'Cause I don't give a fuck, I don't care 

'Cause I'ma tell ya 

'Cause I'ma tell ya 

[Refrain] 

Gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' gon' do it then 

Bet you won't do it 

I'ma let you gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' gon' do it then 

Bet you won't do it 

I'ma let you stress yourself out 

Move over to the next, pull the best out 

This ain't no test 

'Cause baby if it was you would have to confess 

[Chorus] 

That you don't know shit 

Do you babe? 

You be gettin' wrong answers, aww yeah 

You be gettin' wrong answers, aww yeah 

I see the molly got you gone 

'Cause you don't know shit 

Do you babe? 

You be gettin' wrong answers, aww yeah 

You be gettin' wrong answers 

I'ma move on to a slow dancer