They Don't Know - Tinie Tempah, AOD, Kid Ink

Uh, when the cameras show up, we show out

And we can roll up and roll out

Let them think what they think, it’s funny how

They didn’t get it then, so they won’t now

Yeah 'cause they don’t know us

They can’t say what they say

Don’t give a thought

Don’t need them anyway

Everywhere I go, I gotta pose

Sittin' on the throne with a 'fro

Chillin' with a prince at the BAFTA’s

Gold all over the globe

Anytime I stress, I can get it from a rasta

Headside, kill 'em when they know

Didn’t wanna, now they wanna know

Baby said, «Shh, you can hit it on the low»

You can hit it on the low, you can hit it on the low

Come in on your own, leave your knickers at the door

Yeah, I’m the AP, got the wonder tug-a-war

I don’t holla anymore, tryna make a nigga poor

Tryna hit me with the drink, no no

They might think, they don’t know

Let 'em talk ish, promo

'Cause we don’t really care 'bout nothin'

When the cameras show up, we show out

And we can roll up and roll out

Let them think what they think, it’s funny how

They didn’t get it then, so they won’t now

Yeah 'cause they don’t know us

They can’t say what they say

Don’t give a thought

Don’t need them anyway

It’s Kid Ink, uh, canine

That kitty got me feelin' like a canine

I’m just tryna live, baby, can I?

We at the KWest, startin' KI’s

Woo, I just bought the whole LA out

Uh, live is a beach, bitch lay out

Uh, hit the blunt, baby what you gotta say now?

Woo, I know you want it, ow

Ha, get you higher than the Eiffel

Pour up, baby, put a lil' ice too

Yeah, I remember back in high school

I used to have a girl that looked just like you

Yeah and with all of these flashbacks

Say ain’t no tellin' what I might do

When the cameras show up, we show out

And we can roll up and roll out

Let them think what they think, it’s funny how

They didn’t get it then, so they won’t now

Yeah 'cause they don’t know us

They can’t say what they say

Don’t give a thought

Don’t need them anyway

Young man comin' up from the corner

Nobody tryna say mi never wan ya

Never have to worry 'bout if he give me the banana

Me haffi tell them na na na na na

Oh no no, slide in my DMs and my wrists just froze

I’m too cold, don’t wanna play 'cause I’m gettin' too old

What’s new?

Bitch, I’m in the stu'

Cookin' up a hurricane, mix with the flu

And they love my wrists, and my moschino pon mi coupe

The track ain’t a track, don’t let the Don ah come through

My rule number 1 is don’t play number 2

Fucking with my nigga, you will end up on the news

Messin' with the paper that you rapped up in views

Real, real ting, all I do is tell the truth

When the cameras show up, we show out

And we can roll up and roll out

Let them think what they think, it’s funny how

They didn’t get it then, so they won’t now

Yeah 'cause they don’t know us

They can’t say what they say

Don’t give a thought

Don’t need them anyway

I know a girl from the ends

She likes to take it down low

She said she wanna let me inside

But her daddy said no

I know a girl with a woo

I call her Paris in my phone

I know a girl from the southside

Don’t wanna take you all home