Kembe X

Kembe X - Everybody Know lyrics

rate me

Popping molly, I’m sweating

Take the booze, I’m boasting

Kush done nothing y’all, that’s my lesson

Your bitch date the crookers, I’m low

Keep that midget out of my session

Nigga, fuck them boys, then I’m through

Villains trippin’, balling, no question

What is next, what we gonna do

The whole team feeling low

Everybody know

Taste your cream at the door

And everybody know

Copping …for the low

Fucking everybody know

You gonna blow me, that’s for sure

And everybody know

And it go like dollar, dollar bill, bitch

Smoking on that good golly

Tryina find the kill switch, never hold back

Look mammy, my razz is on that one magazine

That got all the people with money in it

Dollar, please, a 120 K, I sing a bill for 100 million

What the fuck, wouldn’t matter to me

What the fuck is my life about

What the fuck is the answer to all these days

That my soul don’t like about

The shit that I deal with every day

Preacher don’t bring me no answers

And these little bitches get me headaches

But reaching, they get me no answers

Came to reeking, my mind full of stances

I smell like pussy, I smell like kush

Taught yourself rule, I was packing that tool

And if a nigga push enough, I just must bust

Drinks of a lake and on 24 answers

Stacking a late card, pinning more cookies

I turned up too hard and I get kicked out

And I’m leaving the shit of your pussy niggas

Popping molly, I’m sweating

Take the booze, I’m boasting

Kush done nothing y’all, that’s my lesson

Your bitch date the crookers, I’m low

Keep that midget out of my session

Nigga, fuck them boys, then I’m through

Villains trippin’, balling, no question

What is next, what we gonna do

The whole team feeling low

Everybody know

Taste your cream at the door

And everybody know

Copping …for the low

Fucking everybody know

She gonna blow me, that’s for sure

And everybody know

Fuck the policeman, fuck on the reefer

Skipped school feeling like fuck all my teachers

Dropped out a beat and it bust all the speakers

Went up on my quest and I fucked all the bleachers

Not by me, by some jocks, it was …

Until they graduated then they feared the prestigious

But they love rap so a pussy love me

Spike food, follow me, I’mma lead you to freedom

Fuck the pussy, don’t boast it

Nigga in the mall, in the club with the whole VI

Plus lid on the 2K nigga, too gay

But I bet I could fuck up y’all know me boy

Feeling the back, smoking OJ boy

Low key, riding never on a ….

Television up unless you clean up

Put the money on the table, you motherfuckers owe me

Sign on the veer wheel, motherfuckers on it

Five on the kill, got a dub if you pull me

I put on a pill, no keys on the rear, don’t care how you deal

But these motherfucker phony

Trying to forget how these hoes …

So I’m hiding the bits of the whole damn pack

Know y’all niggas rode on an old man back

When I move, you laugh on the whole damn track, bitch

Popping molly, I’m sweating

Take the booze, I’m boasting

Kush done nothing y’all, that’s my lesson

Your bitch date the crookers, I’m low

Keep that midget out of my session

Nigga, fuck them boys, then I’m through

Villains trippin’, balling, no question

What is next, what we gonna do

The whole team feeling low

Everybody know

Taste your cream at the door

And everybody know

Copping …for the low

Fucking everybody know

She gonna blow me, that’s for sure

And everybody know

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