Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All I Know, artist - Dave East. Date of issue: 01.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
All I Know |
| Selling packs, youngin got a strap, tryna make it back |
| Home, got the crome, at your dome, lay a nigga flat |
| Play it back, youngin in the front counting up twenty racks |
| In the trap, all I know is trap, all I know is trap |
| Selling packs, youngin got a strap, tryna make it back |
| Home, got the crome, at your dome, lay a nigga flat |
| Play it back, youngin in the front counting up twenty racks |
| In the trap, all I know is trap, all I know is trap |
| Running hundred on your head, fill your top with lead |
| Far from fed |
| All my niggas starving, stomach feeling dead |
| Feeling fresh, I don’t know bout you but I can make it back |
| Take a pack, bring it to the hood, bet I make a stack |
| Harlem’s own, smokers call my phone when they want a fix |
| I can spit but I’m still up in the trap, I want a brick |
| Call my bluff, I just need some drugs, tired of being broke |
| Fuck the fame, got a lot of aim, let 'em see the scope |
| Bedroom full of white girl, let 'em see the coke |
| Rip a ounce right before I bounce, gotta flee the coast |
| Bitches know I can get it quick, all my shit legit |
| On the strip tryna make it flip, started out with nicks |
| Got the dimes coming from my I seen a lot of crime |
| Out my mind, you, you better watch your moms |
| All of me giving all I got, now I’m calling shots |
| Ballet pick my parking spot, shots light up the parking lot |
| Selling packs, youngin got a strap, tryna make it back |
| Home, got the crome, at your dome, lay a nigga flat |
| Play it back, youngin in the front counting up twenty racks |
| In the trap, all I know is trap, all I know is trap |
| Selling packs, youngin got a strap, tryna make it back |
| Home, got the crome, at your dome, lay a nigga flat |
| Play it back, youngin in the front counting up twenty racks |
| In the trap, all I know is trap, all I know is trap |
| Back back, dare a nigga front, hit 'em with the pump |
| With the shits gun’ll eat a clip, take a shit and dump |
| What you want, I can promise nigga it ain’t this duck |
| Dip you a burger nigga I can get you flipped, get you clipped |
| I can get you hit, all I know is clap nigga |
| Brick half quarter chicken, all I know is trap nigga |
| Bottle, zip it, seal it get it, all I know is bag nigga |
| You a bitch, you be in the crib, you just rap nigga |
| Trap lord, no Ferg bi, name a drug and I served it |
| My named good and I earned it |
| They had the knob down and I turned it |
| Tried school but I ain’t learned shit |
| Kept it gully, that fern shit |
| Silence lambs, they ain’t heard shit |
| Yoga flame and I burn shit |
| Niggas wack, told 'em give it, y’all was murdered once |
| RIP Chinx, Riot Squad, word to Ferguson |
| Fuck your man raps, tell 'em that, I ain’t heard of son |
| Broke & Trippy, neighborhood, bitch I know you heard of 'em |
| Selling packs, youngin got a strap, tryna make it back |
| Home, got the crome, at your dome, lay a nigga flat |
| Play it back, youngin in the front counting up twenty racks |
| In the trap, all I know is trap, all I know is trap |
| Selling packs, youngin got a strap, tryna make it back |
| Home, got the crome, at your dome, lay a nigga flat |
| Play it back, youngin in the front counting up twenty racks |
| In the trap, all I know is trap, all I know is trap |