Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everybody Know, artist - Lil Pete. Date of issue: 05.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Everybody Know |
| Ayy, and everybody know |
| I say everybody know |
| And everybody know |
| You ain’t really in the field |
| We gon' keep this shit real |
| And everybody know |
| I ain’t hidin', I’m in the C |
| If you lookin' for me nigga, come and get me |
| And everybody know |
| We gettin' money over here |
| We ain’t' stressin' over here |
| And everybody know |
| Yeah your bitch wanna fuck me |
| She might get lucky |
| And everybody know |
| You ain’t really with that |
| So you can cut it out with all that chit chat |
| And everybody know |
| That I’m doin' my shit |
| I’m in the field and I’m tryna get rich |
| And everybody know |
| You gotta get it in every day |
| The outcome is income, in every way |
| Never fold, never told, or never hate |
| Pigs, snakes, and rats, I can’t relate |
| Yeah how you say you from the street but never did a drill? |
| Never walked through a block tryna commit a kill |
| It’s all love over here, you know it’s real |
| Keep it on me all times when I’m in the field |
| And everybody know |
| You ain’t really in the field |
| We gon' keep this shit real |
| And everybody know |
| I ain’t hidin', I’m in the C |
| If you lookin' for me nigga, come and get me |
| And everybody know |
| We gettin' money over here |
| We ain’t' stressin' over here |
| And everybody know |
| Yeah your bitch wanna fuck me |
| She might get lucky |
| You ain’t who you say you is, and everybody know nigga |
| I put niggas on they feet, I don’t owe niggas |
| They doubted me from the jump, had to show niggas |
| Cutthroat niggas, shit I’ll back door niggas, ayy |
| Shoutout the hoes stayed down and never fagged, ayy |
| My niggas killers, score and never brag, ayy |
| My bitch brung back ten, I bought her an ass, ayy |
| 'Sup with it on my line, ayy fuck a stash |
| Niggas talkin', just talk but ain’t talkin' facts |
| Foreign parkin', blood barkin', car chargin' up at Saks |
| Niggas flodgin', stop judgin', boy you ain’t movin' packs |
| Bitches callin', I block 'em if they ain’t talkin' stacks |
| I’m talkin' cash nigga |
| And everybody know |
| You ain’t really in the field |
| We gon' keep this shit real |
| And everybody know |
| I ain’t hidin', I’m in the C |
| If you lookin' for me nigga, come and get me |
| And everybody know |
| We gettin' money over here |
| We ain’t' stressin' over here |
| And everybody know |
| Yeah your bitch wanna fuck me |
| She might get lucky |
| Ayy, and everybody know |
| I say everybody know |
| And everybody know, oh |
| And everybody know |
| You ain’t really in the field |
| We gon' keep this shit real |
| And everybody know |
| I ain’t hidin', I’m in the C |
| If you lookin' for me nigga, come and get me |
| And everybody know |
| We gettin' money over here |
| We ain’t' stressin' over here |
| And everybody know |
| Yeah your bitch wanna fuck me |
| She might get lucky |