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[MP3 + LYRICS] The Weeknd – All I Know Feat Kanye West, The Dream, Big Sean & Quavo

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[Intro: The Weeknd]
Woo, ooh, ah
Woo, ooh, ah
Woo, ooh, ah
Woo, ooh, ah

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[Verse 1: The Weeknd & The-Dream]
The reasons I can’t have you, are so easy to fix
I didn’t really plan to, but I’ma do it for this, yes (Ooh)
The reasons I can’t have you (Ooh), isn’t so complicated (Ooh)
Baby if you let me (Ooh) I won’t hesitate (Ooh)

[Chorus: The Weeknd & The-Dream]
All I know (Ooh), all I know is this (Ooh)
All I know (Ooh), all I know is this (Ooh)

[Refrain: The-Dream & The Weeknd]
(All I know, all I know, all I know is this)
Just do your head for a bag
Niggas fuck your bitch for a bag
(All I know, all I know, all I know is this)
Niggas’ll do you in for a bag
[?] in your ass for a bag
I’ma hit your front door for a bag
Niggas gon’ hit your back door for a bag
Niggas out here do it for a bag
They’ll do the whole thing for a bag
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Please don’t come to my house
Don’t think about coming to my house
It’s legal to kill a nigga
Gun all in your mouth
I bet them pistols come out
Please don’t come to my house
Please don’t come to my house
Please don’t run into my house
Nigga I ain’t no gangsta
Pac said don’t push me
You call me faggot, you can call me a bitch, you can call me a pussy
You can call me a pussy
But please don’t come to my house
Them guns all in your mouth
You can call me faggot, you can call me a bitch, you can call me a pussy
But I bet them guns all in your mouth
Now what the fuck they talkin’ ’bout?
And what the fuck they talkin’ ’bout?
What the fuck you talkin’ ’bout?
What the fuck you talkin’ ’bout?
Talkin’ ’bout?
I don’t give a fuck about a nigga talkin’ ’bout my bag
Nigga that’s entertainment, haha, I laugh
Mothafucker come in my house
Well how high? that’s, nigga, your ass
Mothafuckers outside on something, I don’t pay no staff
Nigga, I do the time all on my own, nigga, that’s your ass
Mothafuckers I ain’t sign, out here all know I spaz
I’m on something outside, I’ll be at your ass
Nigga I want something like one life, one love, one shot, one kill
Nigga I’m outside on something, that’s how the fuck I feel
Niggas know I’m bossed up on some stuff, that’s the deal
I don’t know what the nine I want, know that’s real
And I do this shit for y’all niggas
And I do this shit for all niggas
And I do this shit for all bitches
And white niggas
Off in the night niggas
Off-white, light niggas
I don’t even like niggas
I don’t want nobody, as long as I’m alive, I don’t even like niggas
All white feelin’ like the KKK sometimes ’cause I don’t even like niggas
Oh woah
Nigga, Ye keep it too real
Nigga, tell me how you feel
Have a little something, yeah you will
Respect my thought, bet you will
And you gon’ get them phone calls
Bitches on something, when you on, woah
Going to the park, when you’re on, woah
Ooee, goddamnit, God bless it
Don’t test it, no questions
Don’t question me
Ain’t nothin’ I hate more than questions
I got that bum bum intestine
I won’t even try stressin’, I got somethin’ for the pressure
This is the great depression
I put something in the stressor
Yeah you know, yeah you know
Aaah, a-a-ah, Oooh

[Refrain: The-Dream]
They gon’ do your head for a bag
Niggas’ll do your bitch for a bag
[?] for a bag
This could be the end for a bag
Niggas gon’ hit that front door for a bag
Niggas’ll hit that back for a bag
Niggas’ll do you in for a bag
I’ll do the whole thing for a bag
It’s bad out here
It’s bad out here

[Verse 3: The-Dream]
And these niggas’ll do anything
For that money
It’s guerillas out here
It’s fuck your feelings out here
These niggas killin’ out here
Ain’t no chillin’ out here
Walk around with the realest out here
Don’t want no ceilings out here
Nigga worth billions out here
They killin’ out here
I hope you don’t really think that you want it
They’ll come, they’ll come
I can see the fire when you’re runnin’
Run, run
Now everything you have’s on the rocks
Your niggas built you up, I’m gon’ tear you down

[Refrain: The-Dream & Quavo]
Niggas do your head for a bag
Niggas will fuck your bitch for a bag
They’ll do you in for a bag
This could be the end for a bag
And niggas’ll hit that front door for a bag
Niggas’ll hit that back door for a bag
Niggas going in through the backdoor
They’ll do anything for a bag (they’ll do anything)
Do the whole thing for a bag (Ra ra ra)
It’s bad out here

[Verse 4: Quavo & Big Sean]
Niggas get you for a bag (bag)
Niggas get you for a price tag (price tag)
Diamonds on my neck like bird baths (shine)
Diamonds on my neck like Birdman (brr)
You gon’ have me on the curb man (curb, man)
See through frames yeah I bought ’em from Erkel (ayy)
Cookie bud, yeah, it got a lil’ purple (cookie)
Can’t be a worker, never been a server (no)
Fuck with my circle you gonna need a surgeon
Shit is deadly out here, it’s trecherous (yeah)
Prayin’ to God that we hella rich (God)
They try to tell me I need medicine
In the lab, makin’ Frankenstein (Frankenstein)
Thirty thousand in some Balmains (Balmains)
Tell the police bring the caution tape
Hit the jewelry store for gold and diamonds (twelve)
You ain’t gotta ask who the don is (no)
Gorillas with me like the zoo behind us (grr)
You gonna need Elijah Muhammad
If you play me for what mine is
The world is mine, yeah it’s Nostradamus (mine)
I’ma take it, hand it to my mama (ayy)
Metal to your mouth, orthodontist (yeah)
For the comma, comma, comma, commas
Colder streets, hot like the summer (hah)
In the middle of the winter yeah (brr)
Remember the time I was kicking doors (ayy)
But I tell my mama is was working, yeah (momma)
Now I got niggas that do it for nothin’, yeah they do it for nothin’
When I see the bag, yeah, you know that I’m runnin’
Monopoly money, you know that I’m comin’
Bags, cash, bags, cash

[Verse 5: Quavo]
Yeah, came from the bottom with it
Yeah, I came from the bottom with it, so you know I gotta get all of it
Yeah, you know I get all of it
Yeah, you know I wanna ball for it
Yeah, you know I’m goin’ hard for it
Yeah, you know I want all of it
I want the bag today, I want the cash today
I want a mask today, I want a mask today
Yeah, put the new mask on my face
I put this mask on my face
Ayy, gun on my waist, put it to your face
I put it to your mouth, ayy, I need it
You can’t come in my house
You can’t come in my house ’cause I need it
Put a gun in your mouth if you come in my house
And you know the word ’round town
And you know this how it goes down
And you know this my town
And you know this my town
‘Cause I put in work, yeah, I put in work
My bitch wanna surf
Hit the top I work
Yeah, this my life, came in with the ice
Came in for the, ayy
Know a nigga do it for the price
Know a nigga do it for the price
They’ll do it for a bag
Don’t make a nigga mad, don’t make me mad
You might think I’m crazy, but nah
No, no, no I’m not crazy
Nah, no, spent down two million on my house
It’s 2.3 million on my house
Yeah, that’s a mansion, you can’t try me
I put all these damn diamonds, lookin’ at it
Always, push-scale, always, oh, yeah
Always hit a bitch on X
Told a bitch in the hallway
Put this gun in your fuckin’ face
Y’all niggas wanna play with me?
No, nigga, don’t play with me
Two bitches wanna lay with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I slayed ’em
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I made ’em
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I ate ’em
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I’m a player
Real-real, true player
Quavo from the Himalayas
Top floor with the condo
Used to trap out the bando
Passed the rock like I’m Rondo
Yeah, yeah, they kick doors
Yeah, yeah, with the lick-four
Thirty thousand in them Balmains
Yeah, yeah, it’s the same thing
Twenty thousand on a damn chain
Twenty K yeah, don’t play
Put twenty K on a nigga face, yesterday
Yeah, yeah, yeah, now that nigga had a funeral, oh man
Oh man, oh man, I put in them bands
You don’t understand
You don’t wanna play with me
Don’t tarnish my name
‘Cause I did this not for the fame, I did this for the ice
And I did this for the price
If a nigga right price, I’ll take your life
Yeah, for the right price, I’ll take your life, yeah
For the right price, hey, yeah, for the right price
(Get it, keep it)

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