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letra de knock it off - lud foe

(verse 1)
tell me how you want it n-gga, hard or soft?
my doors up, and you know my roof is off
thick b-tch wit me & you know her top is off
i aim at yo top, then i knock it off
and if you holdin n-gga ima sn-tch ya pockets off
you ain’t gone let me f-ck, b-tch? knock it off
you better use yo head fo’ i knock it off
sellin dope, b-tch i’m in the trap, gettin this profit off
my prices real low, cuz i knocked it off
choppa hit that n-gga, he get found wit his socks off
ima cool n-gga, but i’m hotter than some hot sauce
pull up on the opps block, then we let glocks off
i’m back in the trap house, i gotta get my rocks off
these n-ggas so bozo they keep poppin thots off
let a n-gga try some f-ck sh-t
and ima show him that i ain’t the one to f-ck with
we don’t like them n-ggas, always on some tough sh-t
we invite b-tches in mansions to suck d-ck
17 shots in this glock, ion need no stick
cuz it’s about 200 shots in this one whip
f-ck n-gga whats the hold up?
these big bankrolls don’t fold up
i punch a n-gga in his eye till it close up
hunnit shots in the kel tec & it fold up
if he don’t pay on that payday, ima go nuts
we all in yo f-ckin gang way with them cobras
i was in the cell, broke as h-ll eatin cold cuts
rollin hard off the ecstasy & i couldn’t nut
we take yo life, choppa with the knife we be cuttin up
playin cards, i need one mic, you would think i’m naz
free all my n-ggas, gotta live life behind bars
i grew up around k!llers shooting n-ggas off handle bars
all my n-ggas on some gang sh-t
so you better watch who the f-ck you hang with
red tape cuz my n-ggas love to paint sh-t
no face or no case i say can’t sh-t
i hit the bank and i count figures
gotta watch for these opp n-ggas
cuz n-ggas out to get me
so i got this nina ross with me
you pillow talk to hoes, it don’t fit me
you don’t really love me, b-tch you can’t trick me
when we catch a homicide, you hear sirens
cuz all my n-ggas wildin, they violent
we done snuck all our poles in the club
and if a n-gga mug then you know it go up
i’m a rockstar n-gga, and we do high speeds on cop cars n-gga
f-ck n-gga, what’s the hold up?
you say you wit it, you gon have to show us
travel with unlimited glocks on this tour bus
they all ears now, they used to ignore us
and you can’t name a n-gga that’s gon extort us
them hollowtips hit yo whip it’s gone blow up
i make a b-tch suck my d-ck til she throw up
choppa hit his -ss, leave him like a white b-tch wit no b-tt
tires burn, i’m in the foreign doin donuts
bullets burn, boy you gon learn if you try us
a big worm f-ck up a perm, i give no f-cks
i confirm, b-tch i’m the plug, i need intern
ridin with this mac on me, that’s a 50 shot
hit the block, wack a opp even tho the cops hot
i done made a whole lotta money out this crock pot
i pulled up on him wit my juvy out now his block hot, block hot

- lud foe

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