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Knucks
Knucks
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SL
SL
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Knucks
Knucks
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Malik Venner
Malik Venner
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Knucks
Knucks
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No-No, No Days Off, No Days Off, No Days Off Ayy Step off the block and I'm feelin' nice True say I find her appealin' I took a U-turn just to pree that twice In the wap 'til a G baptized Step off the block, and I'm feelin' good (good) Now I got six tryna link me It's fair to say that I overbooked (I did) We do not show the crooks Step on your block and the food ain't shit Your car ain't shit, your crew ain't shit All the lil' moves that you do ain't shit Your drip's meady and them shoes ain't it Step on your block and your goons ain't shit Closest range, swing that shit All the stogies that you bill don't hit Weakest piff, bin that shit You already know what the brand is So overlooked, but they don't understand it But understand I'm a bandit I'm takin' they lamb, and I'm makin' a banquet (ayy) All for the love of the mandem Know that closed hands never got no plate (no plate) That's the reason we up all late with V in the T doin' up gourmet But, but maybe-maybe, I might rock the boat on my Jones like Davy I might catch a flight to the coast that made me The diamonds from Naij' and the gold's from Haiti I'm in awe how they all fugazi, and yet they're all gazin' at us Now 5-0 tryna look at us crazy 'cause S went and came in a mask 'Cah I come in that bally (bally), shank in my hand, I don't need no swamy (no) Linked up with Knucks my tug, now the consumers happy (squa') How did it end like that? Damn, what a performance, mess True, I tapped that poorly, now goin' back for revenge in the leg (redemption) Why they love talk on my team? (How?) Why they love talk on my set? (Why?) 2020 EST., it was last year that you touched the ends Insta's a sheg, see it real life, and she hurt my head (my head) And again and again, and again and again and again Ayy, step off the block, and I'm feelin' nice True say I find her appealin' I took a U-turn just to pree that twice In the wap 'til a G baptized Step off the block, and I'm feelin' good (good) Now I got six tryna link me It's fair to say that I overbooked (too many) We do not show the crooks Step on your block and the food ain't shit Your car ain't shit, your crew ain't shit All the lil' moves that you do ain't shit Your drip's meady and them shoes ain't it Step on your block and your goons ain't shit Closest range, swing that shit All the stogies that you bill don't hit (quiet) Weakest piff, bin that shit Look, she met the myth Two-two talk, now she all in my brain (brain) Demon witch (demon) You don't wanna judge that chick Largest back, but the movement's stiff (hefty) Doors opened, I was pissed Man, I wish I got stuck in that lift (I wish, I wish, I wish) Your girl said that I work wonders She breathe heavy when I rub that clit (yeah) Why she love teef my jumpers? You're not my wife, you're just a hit Smash, dip (dip) Then I go do it again (again and again) Bust my nut, I'ma be gone by the count of ten They ain't hoes if you count on them Only count on my accountant Run the amount, split it out then send (send that) When I get rowdy, allow me Really bring smoke to your house like blem (blem) They get love with we out of ends (you know) It's funny how the last trip ended The girl said, "Splendid" and wan' be friends I said, "Cool, but it all depends" You know say Knuckles is bougie She wanna be bredrins, she wanna be roomies (uh-huh, uh-huh) It's groovy, it's groovy, powers like Austin, we watchin' the movie (baby) Shorty wanna do Lil Uzi Said, "Choose me, all my friends are dead" (dead) Got high, and I slide like Toosie, in the coochie then I went to bed Ayy, step off the block, and I'm feelin' nice True say I find her appealin' I took a U-turn just to pree that twice In the wap 'til a G baptised Step off the block, and I'm feelin' good (good) Now I got six tryna link me It's fair to say that I overbooked (too many) We do not show the crooks Step on your block and the food ain't shit (it ain't) Your car ain't shit, your crew ain't shit All the lil' moves that you do ain't shit Your drip's meady and them shoes ain't it Step on your block and your goons ain't shit Closest range, swing that shit (swing it) All the stogies that you bill don't hit (quiet) Weakest piff, bin that shit Like, I remember, boom, when I got- When I got given the verdict by the judge He was like, "Boom, like it's past the custody threshold We're gonna have to send you to jail innit" (yeah) 'Cause of what the thing was
Writer(s): Ashley Nwachukwu, Malik Venner, Harlee Milne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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