2 la Kil - We All Know Lyrics

I got the crowd set
Listen on the
Back street
Best believe
Something else
Is going work
For the rest of these begging bad bitches

I shouldn't listen to no
Simple niggas
Conversing gossip
Bad lippin bout everything
But they decisions

Tell me baby are you lonely

I could help me if you only

Murder
Correspondent
Background
Microphone
Might compromise
They don't like the headlines
Or the fine print
That Shade Room gossip
Politic about
Who stock is (DROUGHT)
Clout watching for the profit
On Sunday
You the type to tax it
Back it up and practice
My manic
Manson Charles punk
Two time gon find
A way to win the end
Ignition is penitentiary
Pander gisms
Influence the 85 percent
Of critics
The day the guys
Come get me
From paradise
Arithmetic pure devise
The pyramid blue
The sky's the limit
Rule the life the Kemet
Kid cool stop and send
Rob and guess
I might got to get it
Ignite your every desire
Prepare me the
Light coupe might air it out
Smoke paralyze you
I'm thru the wire
Move the vibe
Sooth the sob stance
Marry my jin
Jury finds you
Right to not do
What you like to!

Crowd set
List song listen
Back street
Its on best believe
Something else
Is going work
For the rest of these

Throw up the finger!
And all my homies go
Throw them the finger!
You know what, baby, it's like

I shouldn't listen to no
Simple niggas
Conversing gossip
Bad lippin bout everything
But they're decisions

Pretty little equestrian
On a level that I'm on
Or I'm next to
Got to shovel up
Variance layer protecting
Techs techniques tech techin'
Sketch
Now one you niggas want
Pull a one man show
Stunting
I ain't no hoe woman
Walking down wandering
With the scope hunting
Nothing round
F*cking with the crew
Buy specially if you
Talking round u and I'd
Be into new nonsense
That's why you scrutinize
Depending how you see it
Or remember
Or retrieve it
Or render boy believe it
Karma coming this the season for a woman
Trials reinforce
Every course
Given perfect
Inside the form
I find the source
And Holla give it earth
And that'd be the time
I align before I worship
And that agree that I leave it all
For the church
This my purpose dorsal
Figure four immortal mold
Adorable for the soul
Move more commas
I'm on though to you hoe
That new wreck that bob your head
You knew that's just how it is

I got the crowd set
List song listen
Back street
Its on best believe
Something else
Is going work
For the rest of these begging bad bitches

I shouldn't listen to no
Simple niggas
Conversing gossip
Bad lippin bout everything
But they decisions

Throw up the finger!
And all my homies go
Throw them the finger!
You know what, baby, it's like

I know
You want (Someone)
Someone