Tilique, Aaron Miles - All They Know lyrics
[Tilique, Aaron Miles - All They Know lyrics]
Bwhaaa! A man fuck all that bullshit man my
Generation run deep aye Tilique we the
Reason why the still eating man, cause we
Keep on feeding a hold up
I just got a text message
(Aye who that is?) Aye
I got a house party on the east
Homie aye lets go we out!
(Ahhh shit dam nigga)
I pour this liquor for my team slow
These lines that I give you
Girl you could blow i see you out on the low
I know your man on patrol
Girl don't you call 5-0
Take these pills all away from me
Gassin broad and she on e
In the back of my mind i was hoping that I
Could talk about more then just
Member smoking back in them alley ways
Back in my Cali days
Now calamari and bitches wanted to party
And I'm just sippin Bacardi
And watching all of these cowards hate
The hates silent
They never got nothing to say
I'm more concerned with crossing bridges
Before they can burn
Selling jewels to these kids give
Em something to learn
Cause, I when I speak young nigga, I teach
Got some kids in these streets
I was trying to reach tilique
More money and money what
Make my niggas happy
Silly shit poppin off get em trigga happy
Basic hoes doin the most
Always keep me laughing
Sailors got me sailing
Bitch I am the captain
Doing me who gon do me better
These niggas tweetin my line as
If my name was Sovester
It ain’t sweet, can't candy coat this game
Selling cds no different then slanging
Cane for your team, i swear
More then just the money then these cars
Then these clothes then these hoes
Like that's all they know
Like that's all they know
Uh, Ya na that shit was wack as fuck
Nigga aye fuck that house party nigga we
Some grown men now we bout to hit this
Club up real quick aye Malcolm, Aye
We bought to hit this club up i promise you
This shit bout to be poppin you feel me
Generation run deep aye Tilique we the
Reason why the still eating man, cause we
Keep on feeding a hold up
I just got a text message
(Aye who that is?) Aye
I got a house party on the east
Homie aye lets go we out!
(Ahhh shit dam nigga)
I pour this liquor for my team slow
These lines that I give you
Girl you could blow i see you out on the low
I know your man on patrol
Girl don't you call 5-0
Take these pills all away from me
Gassin broad and she on e
In the back of my mind i was hoping that I
Could talk about more then just
Member smoking back in them alley ways
Back in my Cali days
Now calamari and bitches wanted to party
And I'm just sippin Bacardi
And watching all of these cowards hate
The hates silent
They never got nothing to say
I'm more concerned with crossing bridges
Before they can burn
Selling jewels to these kids give
Em something to learn
Cause, I when I speak young nigga, I teach
Got some kids in these streets
I was trying to reach tilique
More money and money what
Make my niggas happy
Silly shit poppin off get em trigga happy
Basic hoes doin the most
Always keep me laughing
Sailors got me sailing
Bitch I am the captain
Doing me who gon do me better
These niggas tweetin my line as
If my name was Sovester
It ain’t sweet, can't candy coat this game
Selling cds no different then slanging
Cane for your team, i swear
More then just the money then these cars
Then these clothes then these hoes
Like that's all they know
Like that's all they know
Uh, Ya na that shit was wack as fuck
Nigga aye fuck that house party nigga we
Some grown men now we bout to hit this
Club up real quick aye Malcolm, Aye
We bought to hit this club up i promise you
This shit bout to be poppin you feel me