Akon – Used to Know ft Money J & Black Frost

Talented and well respected American singer, Akon teams up with Money J & Black Frost to create this song tagged “Used to Know”.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “Konkrete Jungle” was officially released on 29 June 2012.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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LYRICS

[Intro: Gotye]

I guess that I don’t need that though

Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

[Verse 1: Akon]

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

B-both 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 weave which I made you

I’m cold hearted, no feelings

My McLaren got no ceiling

Fast life, care down

I’m made of fire, 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 pick top

10 bricks for this wrist watch

It’s over babe, straight drop

[Hook: Gotye]

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

[Verse 2: Money J]

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

Deep and under, I cut ‘er off

She 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 a red ho with long weave

With Money Man on her tattoos

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Black Frost]

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 fishy gills

Get em’ new? 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

Thawed out, heart froze

Armpits, 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 vera wang

[Outro]

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