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letra de knocked off - lil gotit

knocked off lyrics
[intro: r5 homixide]
(haha, j [?])
(that’s the motherf-cker, man)
homixide, down to ride

[chorus: r5 homixide & lil keed]
can’t ride with us if you ain’t used to rackin’ (woo)
not unless if them boots, if you ain’t used to step in (let’s go)
i switched in this b-tch just like [?] (switchin’, switch like-)
yes, we tell her whatever we havin’ finesseses (let’s go)
now all the kids we ain’t cappin’, my daddy
yeah, carry stick ’round, n-gga, no vest (slatt, stick, stick)
you pay the highs and i pay less (yeah)
i’m on the ocean yeah, my father best (keed talk to ’em, let’s go)
in that maybach, yeah, i switch the colors in it (i switch thе colors in it), yeah, i just pulled up with a b-tch
yeah, you know i switch thе cars out, put the vans on ’em but the jet roam with it (skrr, skrr)
she seen the money, she wanna call off (woo)
she been blowin’ me up, check my call off (woo)
yeah, d-ck in her mouth leave her lockjaw (lockjaw)
and that grip to his face, leave him knocked off (woo)

[verse 1: lil gotit]
v12 the maybach, on run with lil’ k
[?] no paper, i pay what i weigh
bring out these choppers, yeah, they on the way
don’t care ’bout that p-ssy lil’ bae, give me face
jumped out the porsche, ran up 300k
yeah, i went broke hard that sh-t was a phase
stay down, i stack it, i motherf-ckin’ pray
look at me now and i’m drippin’, i’m paid
why i been drippin’ way ‘fore i met gunna?
put five on yo’ head like the number one stunna
b-tch you ain’t sl!ck, had to stroke with a condom
they had the trap on done, ignoring numbers
soon i lot that ring i got another
we all ysl, we’re bangin’ different colors
that cullinan red and white look like some bev’
they livin’ but steady screaming out “help me” (p-ssy ass n-gga)
ran up a check with my brother lil keed
bottega the jeans, my hair scent celine
fn got a beam
chanel on the shoes though, only two cs
i’m making bs these bullets gon’ sting
emeralds in my ring, park up the srt
we tearin’ up the streets
doors out the jeep, shoot it up for weeks
[chorus: r5 homixide & lil keed]
can’t ride with us if you ain’t used to rackin’ (woo)
not unless if them boots, if you ain’t used to step in (let’s go)
i switched in this b-tch just like [?] (switchin’, switch like-)
yes, we tell her whatever we havin’ finesseses (let’s go)
now all the kids we ain’t cappin’, my daddy
yeah, carry stick ’round, n-gga, no vest (slatt, stick, stick)
you pay the highs and i pay less (yeah)
i’m on the ocean yeah, my father best (keed talk to ’em, let’s go)
in that maybach, yeah, i switch the colors in it (i switch the colors in it), yeah, i just pulled up with a b-tch
yeah, you know i switch the cars out, put the vans on ’em but the jet roam with it (skrr, skrr)
she seen the money, she wanna call off (woo)
she been blowin’ me up, check my call off (woo)
yeah, d-ck in her mouth leave her lockjaw (d-ck in her mouth)
and that grip to his face, leave him knocked off (woo)

[verse 2: r5 homixide]
got a switch on my glock when i’m eatin’ out
i can count all the bodies i seen now (bodies i seen now)
i be hittin’ her when she freaked out (freaked out)
ain’t no racks in the safe, could get cleaned out (cleaned out)
lil gotit my brother, know keed is my brother (keed is my brother), we ride with them sticks and we stick with each other (stick with each other)
ooh, yeah i’m from the gutter, that sh-t made her b-tter
look you in your eye and hit you with that cutter (that cutter)
know that we screamin’ “free problem” (free problem)
we poppin’ bel-air bottle (bottle)
high hills, f-ckin’ on models (model)
hit her with a d-ck, make her hollow (hollow)
get what else, can’t get dollar (dollar)
i done popped a xan, n-gga try it (try it)
in miami we gettin’ tied up (tied up)
get money, yeah, get a lot of it (sh-t)
uh huh, addicted to guns and ammunition, huh, god d-mn (whole lotta guns and ammunition)
n-gga get k!lled, they sneak dissin’ (for real, that sh-t don’t lay in the streets like that)
d-mn, ain’t no 3l get lam’ missin’
n-gga ain’t even steppin’, n-gga, put a pair of boots on
slatt
[chorus: r5 homixide & lil keed]
can’t ride with us if you ain’t used to rackin’ (woo)
not unless if them boots, if you ain’t used to step in (let’s go)
i switched in this b-tch just like [?] (switchin’, switch like-)
yes, we tell her whatever we havin’ finesseses (let’s go)
now all the kids we ain’t cappin’, my daddy
yeah, carry stick ’round, n-gga, no vest (slatt, stick, stick)
you pay the highs and i pay less (yeah)
i’m on the ocean yeah, my father best (keed talk to ’em, let’s go)
in that maybach, yeah, i switch the colors in it (i switch the colors in it), yeah, i just pulled up with a b-tch
yeah, you know i switch the cars out, put the vans on ’em but the jet roam with it (skrr, skrr)
she seen the money, she wanna call off (woo)
she been blowin’ me up, check my call off (woo)
yeah, d-ck in her mouth leave her lockjaw (d-ck in her mouth)
and that grip to his face, leave him knocked off (woo)

[outro: lil keed]
let’s go

- lil gotit

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