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Fecha de emisión: 12.12.2019
Idioma de la canción: inglés
All I Know |
BG for air, ten, I’m out here, that’s how I let a nigga know |
That’s how I work |
Get clocked out (Yeah) |
I’m talkin' bow-bow-bow |
Them parts knocked out (Bah) |
Gotta keep that Glock out |
Partners on lockdown |
Got a black eye |
Ready to roll when the cops out |
Watch us: pow-pow, better watch out |
Get stupid guap now |
And tell the opps they gon' get shot dead (Ayy) |
My partner just got thirty sub-ones |
Give 'em to my son, thirty-one (Now) |
Heard they lookin' for me when I’m ridin' 'round with a dirty gun |
Told my yunkie, «Hurry up, we got a murder one, go serve him some» (Yeah) |
Jump out with this stick like take his pic', we gon' fuck over him |
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, me got it |
Bro, watch over him (For real) |
Meet me up they block with .223s |
Let’s go make sure it’s them (I know it’s them) |
Hit up they location and get close to them (Bah) |
We hop out on feet |
Get two for one, we smoke both of them (Ayy) |
Late night I’m thuggin' somewhere post that I can’t get no sleep (Nah) |
Straight-pipe, I fuck her down, that nigga, she don’t wanna leave |
Every time he fuck the ho' she tell me that he mention me |
Thug life, bitch, I’m cut-throat, don’t kill 'em when they send for me (Yeah) |
Knick-knack paddy whack, give a dog a bone (Bone) |
Good pussy, fire ho', can’t leave the bitch alone (Nah) |
Late night, creepin' with another nigga ho' (I am) |
Big fine, freaky bitch gon' take a nigga soul (Yeah) |
Money calls, a lotta guns, that’s all a nigga know (Hurry up) |
Street nigga round it up, that’s all a nigga know (For real) |
«Money over bullshit» yeah, that’s what I was told (Oh yeah) |
So I’ma keep on ridin' the bitch, that’s all a nigga know (Yeah) |
Fuck that, look they done did too much, we gon' slide up (Yeah) |
The truck black, we catch them slippin' or they gettin' fired at (Bah) |
But, who said that? Bitch I don’t run and look, what you hidin' from? |
No cap, I’m sick of these niggas, bitch let’s go top 'em up |
Money long, thick fine bitch on, I gotta fuck |
Look, two phones, the opp keep callin', this nigga watchin' us |
They caught on me, nigga, quit playin', I know you watchin' her |
One call, I run down on y’all, shoot all y’all houses up |
And while my yunkie’s gettin' money, uh-huh (Tell him that’s big facts) |
I’m D-Bo-T these niggas, I won’t let 'em get they shit back (Nah) |
Blow 'em up like C4, we pop out, gon' get yo' shit clapped |
They won’t find 'em like he Nemo, he’ll be swimmin' |
Where the features at? |
Knick-knack paddy whack, give a dog a bone (Bone) |
Good pussy, fire ho', can’t leave the bitch alone (Nah) |
Late night, creepin' with another nigga ho' (I am) |
Big fine, freaky bitch gon' take a nigga soul (Yeah) |
Money calls, a lotta guns, that’s all a nigga know (Hurry up) |
Street nigga round it up, that’s all a nigga know (For real) |
«Money over bullshit» yeah, that’s what I was told (Oh yeah) |
So I’ma keep on ridin' the bitch, that’s all a nigga know (Yeah) |