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letra de knock in my hand - wal blixk

[chorus]
they know my bop, mr. hop-out-the-van
actin’ bad wit’ the knock in my hand
i throw a shot and that lil n-gga ran
twin throw it goo he gon’ boom at his mans
d-mn, y’all n-ggas don’t understand
got your b-tch tryna go in my pants
stop it, i’ma just pass her to my mans
‘cause my b-tch too bad i can’t take that chance
look, i cannot f-ck wit’ a keta
like, i’m tryna vibe wit’ a eater
brownskin b-tch in the back named tina
like, she tryna get in the beamer
pass her a thot drink, margarita
she got a man but i know she a cheater
b-tch, i’m a taurus can’t f-ck on a libra
like, i need a beautiful diva

[verse 1]
mori creep through the front, i creep through the back
the first one we see, he better throw back
big no love, i can’t link wit’ the rips
maneuver, 8b-lls straight gettin’ cracked
jah stacks head got left in his lap
he got punched in his face ‘cause we thought he was hat
and dior, that is original pack
and i’m every opp shot i’ma leave it at-
we don’t stop for no lights
see a opp put the dot on his head
ayo, rah, make that-
see briscoe, on bro, i’ma fill him wit’ lead
[?] dead and he fed
that’s a fact got shot in my-
like, f-ck all them n-ggas that wanted me dead
i’m on your block tryna catch me some reck, look
[verse 2]
don’t call my twin ‘cause i know he [?]
bust [?] i cannot control him
renegade goon, y’all n-ggas know this
gbaby my twin touch him and i’m throwin’
slide on 21st, y’all better focus
see me a crip, on folk he get toasted
oh, the 9 outside? spin back again
boom at they old head that was a bonus
like, d-mn, wait, eyes on us in the function
d-mn, shorty ass fat like a dumpling
like, give her one l!ck then we rumpin’
sunny just caught him a skee though
like, what up? she tryna deepthroat
it’s a party when i bring in the tito’s
she like, “wal, i’ma drink casamigos”

[verse 3]
f-ck her good now a b-tch got a limp
like, come here, one more round
p-ssy wet it be sinkin’ the ship
d-mn, keep rumpin’, i ain’t hearin’ no sound
b-tch, thot get f-cked on the ground
bring your bestie i’m tryna get hound
call my phone i’ma take it to pound
my mother is home don’t be too loud, like
brodie caught him a body he doin’ like ten
he got k!lled just for dissin’ my friend
new chop on me it gotta extend
and that’s word to shareef i ain’t lackin’ again
i’m outside and i’m blastin’ again
oh, he lackin’? [?] start taggin’ his friend
ain’t gon’ stop ‘til we clap one of them
21st been tight ‘cause we shot some of them
[verse 4]
she callin’ my phone tryna see what’s the word
like, my phone on do not disturb
you ain’t f-ckin’ the guys then that b-tch getting curved
like, f-ck it, call me a bird
d-mn, khiiski a [?]
got some tuggy’s outside and they stay on the 3rd
are you linin’ the opps what’s the word?
if i give you some d-ck what i get in return?

- wal blixk

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