All I Know / Flippa Med Maj
I know about drugs, I know what it does
I know how to lose, I know how to win
I know how to cheat, I know how to sin
I know if I get caught I'd prlly do it again
I know how it feels to be betrayed by your friends
I know how fight, I know how to lie, I do it a lot
I know how to fuck I do it a lot
I know about grief, I know 'bout the streets
I know how to rap
I know I'm the reason Sweden's mentioned in rap
I know how to spend half a mil' in less than a summer
Trust me when I tell you I know all about cash
Now I know better than to put money in the bank
And I know my ex wants me but I never look back
I know how to forget what happened to me when I was six
Never thought about or spoken of ever since
I know how to suppress depressing shit ever since
I know how that story ends, I know all about revenge
I know all about being patient and maintain focus
In my weakest moments I know better than to show it
People ask me where I'm from, I know what they really mean
I know they don't see a Swede when they looking at me
I know how to speak, I know how to talk
I know how to walk
But lemme be clear, I ain't learn that from my pops
He was around but the only thing that he taught
Never walk in his shoes right from the start
I know how it goes, but shit could be worse
I know I feel guilty for having both of my parents
Cause my cousins never had 'em, I know they don't understand me
When somebody asking questions I know better than to answer
Flippa med mig, flippa med mig, flippa med mig
Flippa med mig, flippa med mig, flippa med mig
Flippa med mig, flippa med mig, flippa med mig
En gång till
I'm on the couch, getting loud, I don't give a uhh
I made my bed, got a bitch in it, all we do is uhh
If it's meant to be, then it's meant to be, don't believe in luck
No lottery but look around, we rich as fuck
I'll say it once, don't give a fuck where you know me from
I need a drink, don't ask what, just pour it up
If I see a bitch and I say wattup then she knows what's up
If I fuck her once and it ain't the bomb then her time is up
You know, you know, you know nothing 'bout
You know, you know, you know nothing 'bout love
You know, you know, you know nothing 'bout love
You know, you know, you know nothing 'bout love
Vila, vila, vila dig
Vila, vila, vila dig
Flippa med mig, flippa med mig, en gång till, en gång till
Flippa med mig, flippa med mig, en gång till, en gång till
Vila, vila, vila dig
Vila, vila, vila dig
Flippa med mig, flippa med mig, en gång till, en gång till
Flippa med mig, flippa med mig, en gång till, en gång till
I know how to lose, I know how to win
I know how to cheat, I know how to sin
I know if I get caught I'd prlly do it again
I know how it feels to be betrayed by your friends
I know how fight, I know how to lie, I do it a lot
I know how to fuck I do it a lot
I know about grief, I know 'bout the streets
I know how to rap
I know I'm the reason Sweden's mentioned in rap
I know how to spend half a mil' in less than a summer
Trust me when I tell you I know all about cash
Now I know better than to put money in the bank
And I know my ex wants me but I never look back
I know how to forget what happened to me when I was six
Never thought about or spoken of ever since
I know how to suppress depressing shit ever since
I know how that story ends, I know all about revenge
I know all about being patient and maintain focus
In my weakest moments I know better than to show it
People ask me where I'm from, I know what they really mean
I know they don't see a Swede when they looking at me
I know how to speak, I know how to talk
I know how to walk
But lemme be clear, I ain't learn that from my pops
He was around but the only thing that he taught
Never walk in his shoes right from the start
I know how it goes, but shit could be worse
I know I feel guilty for having both of my parents
Cause my cousins never had 'em, I know they don't understand me
When somebody asking questions I know better than to answer
Flippa med mig, flippa med mig, flippa med mig
Flippa med mig, flippa med mig, flippa med mig
Flippa med mig, flippa med mig, flippa med mig
En gång till
I'm on the couch, getting loud, I don't give a uhh
I made my bed, got a bitch in it, all we do is uhh
If it's meant to be, then it's meant to be, don't believe in luck
No lottery but look around, we rich as fuck
I'll say it once, don't give a fuck where you know me from
I need a drink, don't ask what, just pour it up
If I see a bitch and I say wattup then she knows what's up
If I fuck her once and it ain't the bomb then her time is up
You know, you know, you know nothing 'bout
You know, you know, you know nothing 'bout love
You know, you know, you know nothing 'bout love
You know, you know, you know nothing 'bout love
Vila, vila, vila dig
Vila, vila, vila dig
Flippa med mig, flippa med mig, en gång till, en gång till
Flippa med mig, flippa med mig, en gång till, en gång till
Vila, vila, vila dig
Vila, vila, vila dig
Flippa med mig, flippa med mig, en gång till, en gång till
Flippa med mig, flippa med mig, en gång till, en gång till
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Writer(s): Rebin Shah
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