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Knockdown Lyrics - Artist : SOB x RBE
[Kiing Rod:]
Broke as I was Now I walk with a bank roll Stackin' my chips Never worry about a dumb hoe 13 on my pants Fuck around and hit the tango Got it on my own I ain't never beg for shit hoe Got no attention for a broke ass bitch All this god damn designer Got me feelin' like I'm rich Now I hop out the foreign, with a bag on my wrist If you ain't payin' you delayin' Get the fuck out my whip 10 bands out the bitch, VVS on my wrist Red bottoms on yo bitch While she taking all these trips To the same young nigga, that's just tryna get rich And I'm talking cash shit Come fuck with the bus down Better catch up lil nigga Cause I'm up now Plottin' on a wraith, can't wait 'til it touch down My first 100k goin' straight to my momma now It's strictly only brothers If you not you get knockdown, nigga [Benny:] You know how I do it I spray 30 rounds Ain't no name on these bullets You see lately I been goin' through it I'm chasing this paper, riding 'round in the scraper Ready to knockdown Anybody thinkin' they on top now You gettin' knocked down If you ain't gang, you get knocked down [Mike Sherm:] That hating shit like Cancer You don't cure it, you gon' die from it I don't look for funk But you ain't finna see me hide from it Bitch niggas hatin' cause they say that it's my time comin' Hit the show with shooters Just wish a nigga would try something Money in my circle Bitch we strictly 'bout the bank roll G-Bo that's my cousin But we something like the bang bros We the ones extorting we don't really like to save hoes Yo bitch call me daddy, when her ass gettin' spanked on Benji's, don't ever give her shit, cause I'm stingy Ain't trippin' off a bitch I got plenty I fuck her off my name You can't even fuck her off the Henny I been touched 10 and I just turned 20 Fuck a bitch I really love money A pretty broke bitch hella ugly I can't love a bitch They only want a nigga cause I'm buzzin' I only fuck wit' her when I'm fucking, bitch [Benny:] You know how I do it I spray 30 rounds Ain't no name on these bullets You see lately I been goin' through it I'm chasing this paper, riding 'round in the scraper Ready to knockdown Anybody thinkin' they on top now You gettin' knocked down If you ain't gang, you get knocked down Knock down When it comes to the guns we got Manni like Pacquiao 40' with the stock couple bodies gettin' caught now You hangin' out the window While I'm ridin' with the top down Been thuggin respect how I live Chop got kick you were something like a square Now you rock wit' a clique Full of snakes, full of squids Get spanked wit' a six Big tank for ya crib, ooh 10-4 hit the Lil bro then the big hoes Foreign case, loose waist, iced neck, wrist froze One lil bitch gone Cell, text switch phones Fuck a nigga diss song Whips gettin' bipped on I'm that nigga in the streets like a speed bump Had to hit the weight room Had to beast up Now we in big place, where they feast up Couple ninas Couple niggas throwin' C's up You know how I do it I spray 30 rounds Ain't no name on these bullets You see lately I been goin' through it I'm chasing this paper, ridin' round in that scraper Ready to knockdown Anybody thinkin' they on top now You gettin' knocked down If you ain't got it, you get knocked down |
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