Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 32 bars , by - King Louie. Release date: 22.07.2021
Song language: English
32 bars |
| That’s all I know |
| That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know |
| We gon' get money, that’s all I know |
| Like fuck bitches, that’s all I know |
| You know stay down, sucker free in a land of lollipops and things |
| That’s all I know, you know what I’m talking about? |
| You know MUBU shit daily |
| That’s all I know, you know what I’m sayin'? |
| Real shit, that’s all I know man |
| RIP my nigga Dro, RIP my nigga Blow |
| Goofy mad I fucked his bitch, I don’t give a fuck so |
| I used to live in the town, but I never was a Moe |
| Fiends mad we sold em soap, your favorite rapper is a joke |
| Really he don’t want no smoke, turn his ass into some smoke |
| Spent a bag on some smoke, not to sell it, just to smoke |
| Spent three thousand on a coat, you can’t do that ‘cause you broke |
| I give real niggas hope, everything I rap I wrote |
| Your bitch let me rock her boat, let me hit it like a note |
| Drop a goofy like a vote, feelin' heavy off a four |
| Give a tough guy a halo, they don’t get no brick, they poor |
| They ain’t loyal, niggas poor, niggas pussy, niggas ho |
| What’s a rookie to a pro? |
| That’s a vet on the low |
| They taking shots at the GOAT, picture that like a fro |
| All black like a crow, killing shit like the movies |
| Got the streets on Coogi, niggas squares, call ‘em loosies |
| In the foreign getting to tree, passing gas like «excuse me» |
| Shotgun is a beauty, sucking dick is her duty |
| Got the wrist on Hubl-y, got your bitch on Louie |
| Get the coochy then I’m gucci |
| Met her in Balenciaga but I fucked her wearing Prada |
| Got the MAC, got the K, ok, who got a problem? |
| Goofball made a date in a day, who had a problem? |
| Niggas ain’t even making minimum wage, you got a problem? |
| On my soul these niggas bitches, we gon' give ‘em six inches |
| Drop a body like a clearance, I get mortgage for appearance |
| Give ‘em sticks for interference, robbed a lame and make him famous |
| Before death you was nameless, niggas lost, niggas laneless |
| Drippin' sauce on a plain bitch |
| Sorted out your main bitch with her buddy and my main bitch |
| All I got is hundreds, hell nah I ain’t got no change bitch |
| Get your ass banged if you ain’t righteous on that gang shit |