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Joey Fatts - Everybody Knows Lyrics



Joey Fatts - Everybody Knows Lyrics
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[ Featuring JMSN, Curren$y ]

Uh, shit from my gas
Separatin' our sounds from our peers'
Perfectin' our role over the years
That's why, we here
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

Pacin' 'round in the villa in some Supreme slippers
On the phone, my lawyer talkin' 'bout six figure deals
Don't mistake the enigma boy, I'm a street nigga,
Just educated, so these people like to deal with us
Infatuated with large checks, and money rolls
Without mistakin' we blow it because it come and go
I got her waitin', she open, she tryin' to come and go
You prolly think she a hoe, but she out a centerfold
Say this the life of a don
Keep the baddest queen up under my arm,
Because a king shall f*ck on a pawn
Say it's chess not checkers, baby
God in these streets, these other niggas reverends, baby
Ain't shit changed, yeah I'm still off Seventh baby
Servin' and swervin', pushin' this six,
Had my pops sick when I spent 80 on this,
He said I ain't learned shit when he was movin' these bricks
I said, "Only if you knew how much money I'm gettin' nigga"

Yeah
Said everybody knows, everybody knows
That I'm fine without you
Yeah, said people come and go, but everybody knows
That I'm fine without you, yeah

Shiftin' gears
Seperatin' ourselves from our peers
Perfectin' our roles over the years
This is why we here, still
When so many ended up lost
Fallin' off, I remain boss at all cost
Depositin' more cake in the vault
Crazy pay from the verbal assault
Made me a star, bought my daddy a car,
Diamond pieces for my niece
My niggas ask for guns and keys
Some of my niggas just want degrees
Help all my dawgs
I don't think none of them grown
Kick it with the livin', the dead ones live on through the songs
See they face in smoke traces through the bong
Shit so serious, man project windows, box fan
To the air conditioned Rolls Royce sedan, was the plan nigga

Yeah
Said everybody knows, everybody knows
That I'm fine without you
Yeah, said people come and go, but everybody knows
That I'm fine without you, yeah
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Uh, shit from my gas
Separatin' our sounds from our peers'
Perfectin' our role over the years
That's why, we here
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

Pacin' 'round in the villa in some Supreme slippers
On the phone, my lawyer talkin' 'bout six figure deals
Don't mistake the enigma boy, I'm a street nigga,
Just educated, so these people like to deal with us
Infatuated with large checks, and money rolls
Without mistakin' we blow it because it come and go
I got her waitin', she open, she tryin' to come and go
You prolly think she a hoe, but she out a centerfold
Say this the life of a don
Keep the baddest queen up under my arm,
Because a king shall f*ck on a pawn
Say it's chess not checkers, baby
God in these streets, these other niggas reverends, baby
Ain't shit changed, yeah I'm still off Seventh baby
Servin' and swervin', pushin' this six,
Had my pops sick when I spent 80 on this,
He said I ain't learned shit when he was movin' these bricks
I said, "Only if you knew how much money I'm gettin' nigga"

Yeah
Said everybody knows, everybody knows
That I'm fine without you
Yeah, said people come and go, but everybody knows
That I'm fine without you, yeah

Shiftin' gears
Seperatin' ourselves from our peers
Perfectin' our roles over the years
This is why we here, still
When so many ended up lost
Fallin' off, I remain boss at all cost
Depositin' more cake in the vault
Crazy pay from the verbal assault
Made me a star, bought my daddy a car,
Diamond pieces for my niece
My niggas ask for guns and keys
Some of my niggas just want degrees
Help all my dawgs
I don't think none of them grown
Kick it with the livin', the dead ones live on through the songs
See they face in smoke traces through the bong
Shit so serious, man project windows, box fan
To the air conditioned Rolls Royce sedan, was the plan nigga

Yeah
Said everybody knows, everybody knows
That I'm fine without you
Yeah, said people come and go, but everybody knows
That I'm fine without you, yeah
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Writer: Christian Andrew Berishaj, Joey Fatts, Shante Franklin
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes

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