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Dave East "I Don't Understand It" (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Performer
David Lawrence Brewster
David Lawrence Brewster
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Lawrence Brewster
David Lawrence Brewster
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
S.A.P.
S.A.P.
Producer

Lyrics

R.I.P Freaky (R.I.P Freaky)
R.I.P Mugga (R.I.P Mugga)
We gon' do it for y'all
(We gon' do it for y'all)
I don't understand these ****
Holiday Season, Holiday Season
I don't understand it (Nah)
**** lookin' at me like I'm from another planet (Gone)
This ain't happen overnight, this is how I planned it (Uh)
I just wanna fuck, ain't got no time to be romantic (No time)
.9's inside the truck, .45's inside the Phantom (Fo' door)
Grams had to smoke 'cause two steppin', we was jammin' (Whoo)
We'd a shot 'em broad day it wasn't for these cameras (Bow)
Nobody gave me shit, I feel a way when they comparin' (Nobody)
I'm nothin' like these ****, see 'em with they bitch, she starin' (Uh)
I got a little chick run in Saks Fifth, her name is Karen (Swag)
I gotta put these shades on in the club, these diamonds glarin' (Glarin')
We all got guns, tell me who do you think you scarin'? (Who?)
If Mac in the 'Rari, shooter gotta do the McLaren (Skrrt)
Paid 11 hunnid cash just so the bottom's red (Uh)
Jew told me Bloody gainin' weight, hope he get out the feds (Free Bloody)
Cut your hair, gon' be hard to recognise you without your dreads
Clientele slow with the pound, here go an ounce instead (Oh)
Home invasions homie over any amount of bread (Any amount)
Flip the fish tank, shoot the dog, make sure the house is dead
I'm a flight risk, no ankle monitor, I prolly fled (Pew)
Claim you got the work with no job, same shit that Tommy said
I don't understand it (Uh)
Before I ever got booked for any show, no I was scammin' (Uh)
We was Wildin' Out way before I met Nick Cannon (Wildin')
End up dead when I was boilin' eggs in the morning, I was scramblin'
I got chased for my Biggie, my cousin got shot for his Vanson (Gone)
When I was dead broke, none of these bitches called me handsome
Got my weed from Audebum but my cousin got his from Branson
Couldn't sleep in the projects, now I wake up in a mansion (Mansion)
Throwin' parties in the Hamptons, all these sticks think we campin' (Campin')
I'm serious as cancer (Serious)
Bartenders too boujee, I slid off with the dancers (Out)
Strippers, I'm in L.A., they treat me like a Clipper (Uh)
Laker, she fuck my Gucci up with all that makeup
Jacob would have been my jeweler during the Meech era (Free Meech)
These Cartiers help me see better, rep three letters (HMV)
I want my **** all in ice until we need sweaters (Brrr)
My whole gang gon' flip your wifey if she let us (Ah)
These diamonds on me, I got carats, I need lettuce (I need it)
I'm sending pictures, I write my ****, they need letters (My ****)
You a opp or a fan?
These Xans help me sleep better
They wonder why I'm always in L.A., 'cause Cali weed better
It's hard to understand it
I don't jack son, I really had a thing for Janet (I did)
Talking all that tough shit, come around, them **** panic (Panic)
Watch how I dap **** 'cause I used to hand to hand it (Uh)
Got caught with a hammer and they kicked me off the campus
I don't understand it
**** lookin' at me like I'm from another planet
This ain't happen overnight, this is how I planned it
I just wanna fuck, ain't got no time to be romantic (No time)
.9's inside the truck, .45's inside the Phantom (.45)
Grams had to smoke 'cause two steppin', we was jammin' (Whoa)
We'd a shot 'em broad day it wasn't for these cameras (Bow)
Nobody gave me shit, I feel a way when they comparin' (Nobody)
I'm nothin' like these ****, see 'em with they bitch, she starin' (Uh)
I got a little chick run in Saks Fifth, her name is Karen (Karen)
I gotta put these shades on in the club, these diamonds glarin' (Glarin')
We all got guns, tell me who do you think you scarin'? (Who?)
If Mac in the 'Rari, shooter gotta do the McLaren
(McLaren, McLaren, McLaren, McLaren, McLaren, McLaren, McLaren)
Written by: David Lawrence Brewster
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