Knock It Down

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[Hook] I'ma tell you Like a freak hoe, it's just sum bout 'em make me go beast mode I'ma knock down this bih like sum free throws Got the look, got the swag, that the cheat code Got the look, got the cash, on the G Code 'Fore you open that door check the peephole Where you run up that bag like it's sweet though Heard dat hoe in there we round here eatin' though I'ma tell ya, knock it down knock it down I'ma go and knock it down knock it down Nahmsayin knock it down knock it down Grown man knock it down knock it down I'ma tell ya, knock it down knock it down I'ma go and knock it down knock it down Nahmsayin knock it down knock it down Grown man knock it down knock it down, I'ma tell ya [Verse 1] Ima swing a bopper round, she'll swing I be swingin' chopper round Middle fingers up whenever cops around That my prerogative guess I'm Bobby Brown Knowin damn well I turn the Bobby down Chanel shoes for my snack got her poppin now Chanel shoes wit a bag do the head good Trouble good everywhere but offa Edgewood Ima tell you, shawty bust it open for, real player Me and shawty get into it, hell yeah Say you gettin money but, couldn't tell Had to take my time dawg, I couldn't tell Know you rich work shall it didn't swell I had my hope I couldn't make bail How you havin' paper couldn't get off bail Got ya baby momma in, the hotel [Hook] Like a freak hoe, it's just sum bout 'em make me go beast mode I'ma knock down this bih like sum free throws Got the look, got the swag, that the cheat code Got the look, got the cash, on the G Code 'Fore you open that door check the peephole Where you run up that bag like it's sweet though Heard dat hoe in there we round here eatin' though I'ma tell ya, knock it down knock it down I'ma go and knock it down knock it down Nahmsayin knock it down knock it down Grown man knock it down knock it down I'ma tell ya, knock it down knock it down I'ma go and knock it down knock it down Nahmsayin knock it down knock it down Grown man knock it down knock it down, I'ma tell ya [Verse 2] Ima hit the ground runnin, I did I was wit ya baby momma, yo kids Handsome young rich nigga (handsome young rich nigga) And I'ma lil brutal now, big dick (damn) Why ya nigga hangin' all on my johnson And ima knock ya bitch down, Clay Thompson (wet) I ain't sparin nann nigga, no way More like Big Papi, champagne Is, I'm OG like Big Pete (yeah) Bitch I go take the seas (gametime) Project bitch from Four Seasons, she crip Pray that bih neva leave (yeah yeah) Can't do shit in my jeans (yeah yeah) Touch a pot like a genius (yeah yeah) Love a freak man I mean it (hey, Skoob) [Hook] Like a freak hoe, it's just sum bout 'em make me go beast mode I'ma knock down this bih like sum free throws Got the look, got the swag, that the cheat code Got the look, got the cash, on the G Code 'Fore you open that door check the peephole Where you run up that bag like it's sweet though Heard dat lil hoe in there we round here eatin' though I'ma tell ya, knock it down knock it down I'ma go and knock it down knock it down Nahmsayin knock it down knock it down Grown man knock it down knock it down I'ma tell ya, Kkock it down knock it down I'ma go and knock it down knock it down Nahmsayin knock it down knock it down Grown man knock it down knock it down, I'ma tell ya
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- Trouble
- Mike WiLL Made-It
- Marz