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letra de knock u out (remaster) - tila tequila

[verse 1]
everytime i’m at the club or the bar
girls be acting like they r-t-rds
mad cause they man straight up rock hard;
and he ain’t even on my radar
tila tequila, rockstar. doing it and gettin head in my car
the baddest b-tch from queens to crenshaw;
why you stuffin’ your bra? (omg)
don’t need a crew everytime i smash out
look me up and down and i’ll pull your tracks out
talk some sh-t; i’ll lay ya ass out
i’m from h-town, b-tch, you know what we about

[pre-chorus]
i put down for my city and i get-get-gridy
yeah m-th-f-cker that’s what’s up
and just because your girl pretty
with some big ass titties
don’t mean i won’t f-ck you up

[chorus]
i bet you won’t be lookin’ so hot
when i knock you out and make you say what?
(oh my god! oh my god! oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh my god!)
i bet you won’t be lookin’ so hot
when i knock you out and make you say what?
(oh my god! oh my god! oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh my god!)
[verse 2]
some of these b-tches be industry
i’m exact opposite b-tch, in the streets
i’m in my twenties, you 43
now she’s trying to be just like me
i don’t wanna f-ck your man, h-ll nah, i
just wanna hit the club with the fam & get low
i make your nose bleed like too much blow
then i jump on stage and make ’em say (ohhhh)
now i’m gonna do what it do, but some of these dudes is b-tches too
suckas buying cars sprung on the coo-chie, yeah that’s me. tila tequila

[pre-chorus]
i put down for my city and i get-get-gridy
yeah m-th-f-cker that’s what’s up
and just because your girl pretty
with some big ass titties
don’t mean i won’t f-ck you up

[chorus]
i bet you won’t be lookin’ so hot
when i knock you out and make you say what?
(oh my god! oh my god! oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh my god!)
i bet you won’t be lookin’ so hot
when i knock you out and make you say what?
(oh my god! oh my god! oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh my god!)
[bridge]
pour my drink get down like what?
down like what?
down like what?
pour my drink get down like what?
down like what?
down like what?

[verse 3]
b-tch! slap on the extra make-up
i’ll be on the grind tryna get my cake up
it’s rj bras and rockin’ marc jacobs
all day flossin’, f-ckin’ ya’ll face up
you try to photoshop your face up
ever since you put your mysp-ce up
i break rules, my sh-t’s forbidden
you look like a dude, this b-tch is straight trippin’
a-list celeb? who are you kiddin’?
everything you tryna do, i done did it
you could never run the game cause i’m in it
this your last five seconds of your fifteen minutes

[pre-chorus]
i put down for my city and i get-get-gridy
yeah m-th-f-cker that’s what’s up
and just because your girl pretty
with some big ass titties
don’t mean i won’t f-ck you up
[chorus]
i bet you won’t be lookin’ so hot
when i knock you out and make you say what? !
(oh my god! oh my god! oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh my god!)
i bet you won’t be lookin’ so hot
when i knock you out and make you say what? !
(oh my god! oh my god! oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh my god!)

- tila tequila

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