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letra de knick knacks - ‎xul south pacific trading co. est 1918

[verse 1]
i got cash stacked, b-tch
i like getting high as sh-t and that is that, b-tch
(yeah)
i’ma crush your f-cking skull in, make it flat, b-tch
i’ma pull the knife out and stab you in the back, b-tch
(yeah)
oh, my god, b-tch, i wish you would stop it
i get h-lla cash, i’m going up, just like a rocket
walking downtown wit’ a knife in my pocket
if he talking down, pull the gun out, and i c-ck it
back, bruh, watch the cash stack, bruh
yeah, you wanna be like me so bad, but you can’t, bruh
popped a bunch of pills, everything is turning black, bruh
yeah, you get high, but you can’t get high like that, bruh
(yeah)

[verse 2]
yeah, i’m off my rocker
i get p-ssed as f-ck, i pull the glock out my locker
(yeah)
shoot you in the face, your life will not go on much longer
(yeah)
thе world i’m finna conquer
that b-tch dumb as sh-t, i really just might f-cking sock her
(yеah)
[verse 3]
in the f-cking jaw, bro
i can’t care at all, bro
(yeah)
stack the racks up, bruh, i stack them really tall, bro
(yeah)
if you really care, then why the f-ck didn’t you call, bro?
i don’t really like you, so i won’t answer your calls, bro
(yeah)

[verse 4]
b-tch, i’m popping pills, just like some tic-tacs
(yeah)
hoes on my d-ck, but i treat them like some knick knacks
(yuh)
knick knack, patty whack, give a dog a bone
(ha)
yeah, i’m high as sh-t, i don’t think think that i’ll make it home

[verse 5]
cut you up, just like some cold cuts
(yeah)
b-tch, i give no f-cks
(yeah)
thought that you were cool, but i swear that you’re a hoe, bruh
throw that sh-t back, h-ll yeah, drop it low, bruh
this sh-t hard as f-ck, it’s cold as sh-t, just like some snow, bruh
yeah, i’m finna go up
you don’t really know us
think you’re cool as sh-t, go ahead and f-cking show us
(yeah)
b-tch, i don’t believe you, all your sh-t is see-through
you’re p-ssy as f-ck, i’ma f-ck around and beat you
[verse 6]
into the ground, bruh
h-ll yeah, what’s that sound, bruh?
turn this sh-t up, bro
make the speakers loud, bruh
(yeah)
i don’t f-ck around, bruh
you sound like a clown, bruh
pull the pistol out, make your body hit the ground, bruh
(yeah)
smokin’ on some loud, you can hear the f-cking sound, bruh
h-ll yeah, put your hands up right f-cking now, bruh
put your hands in the air, bruh
(yuh)
scream and shout, bruh
this sh-t hard as f-ck, make me wanna dance around bruh, yeah

- xul south pacific trading co est 1918

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