Knots

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Glo - Step On Neck (p 4our3va) (gx0stt exclusive)

gah dam

Childish [MV N BIO]

pray - yo prod luhpray

prod gunlisence

Lyrics

Huh, Im locked in what u talmat 
Huh, just walked in finna rockout
Huh, bring the backpack in bring the glock out 
Huh, got the mini makk in make you sit down 
Huh, too racked up nigga spend again

mmh 
Shoulda been backed up shoulda been a man
shoulda rolled that blunt but i didnt man 
uh, im too high for dis man 
got one more time ya missing
and i go 2 nines wont miss him
and i said one lie the bitch mad 

said one lie the bitch maddd
too racked up where u get dattt
brand new fye make u sit backk
aint mean that its a mishapp
where yo cut nigga get backk

One Night one night one night 
Saint Pierre ima take u to there one night

one night i might take u saint pierre 
one night i might take u get yo hair did 
know its dark out but you wanna go everywhere wit me
feel my heart now, i know that you care for me

he dont care bout it 
i cant trust no damn body 
she wanna meet the fam i told dis hoe that she can prolly
these boys off a xan perked out tweakin off dat damn molly 
dont got no respect dis hoe js wan use her damn body 

she just wan go lift her skirt 
hoe just wan get drunk wan twerk
talk it out i know you hurt 
you just find ways to cope 
its okay i seen it first 
huh
no i dont owe nun to you niggas 
im on a boat countin up these figures 
all on my own did it ion need no handout boy 
you was hating now im the man now boy 
big guala know you see the bands now 
take trip ,tokyo japan now
figure six hoe my pockets dance now 

Take ya blick make a nigga dance now
hella rich dont wan bring the bands out 
been knew dat i can reminisce now
runnin back dis hoe think she slick now 
rolling up dat, high as you get 
trynna ride my wave boy dont get kicked
i did what i did it is what it is 
trynna lie to my face i see what it is 
im not dumb i know i know 
trynna lie on me i know i know 
darlin all that i know 
i know.

Huh, Im locked in what u talmat 
Huh, just walked in finna rockout
Huh, bring the backpack in bring the glock out 
Huh, got the mini makk in make you sit down 
Huh, too racked up nigga spend again

mmh 
Shoulda been backed up shoulda been a man
shoulda rolled that blunt but i didnt man 
uh, im too high for dis man 
got one more time ya missing
and i go 2 nines wont miss him
and i said one lie the bitch mad 

said one lie the bitch maddd
too racked up where u get dattt
brand new fye make u sit backk
aint mean that its a mishapp
where yo cut nigga get backk

One Night one night one night 
Saint Pierre ima take u to there one night

Oh my oh my oh my
Saint Pierre ima take u to there one night.

ST PIERRE*

Bruce Banner (Prod. Glory)

Woah 
Okay okay
woah
Okay okay
Woah woah woah

Hop in this bitch like im straight out Atlanta 
Pen to the paper I write all the stanzas 
Sold out arenas I fill all the stands yuh
pop my stick I said get your mans up 
Hoe on my dick she move like a dancer 
Smashing this shot I tote my lil hammer
Count up green pour drank Bruce banner 
I put his ass right up on the banner 
Pop perc's never sober like tana 
Blonde white hoe look like Hannah Montana
No trust in no thots got my hand on my blammer
Hoe want a Birkin she must think I'm Santa 
You not street don't wear no bandanna
Way too geeked pour drank in the Fanta

Just committed a homicide 
Hung out the window the passanager side
I told my twin lets go come slide
Caught an opp nigga now he about to die
Im about to go fuck an opp nigga wife 
Bitch got some cake she give me a slice

K

Swear to god I never testify, unless you lie on one of my slimes
Niggas is jeopardized, I got my fye on they block taking yeah what's mine 

Yeah woah 

Call up my nigga henry
Told his ass come on roll up the leaf 
Shout out the gang yeah NNE
Brand new wave we flood up the street
Niggas be hating yeah on me
Lil ass nigga you cant compete

K

Me Michael Awad dropping back to back to back thats a three peat 
F&N hit him back to back to back hit his spleen 
Moving pack on pack on pack yeah the weed 
Making bag after bag after bag all the green 
Going rack for rack for rack hundred thousand beans
Plaque for plaque for plaque I run up streams
Stacks on stacks on stacks money fien
Gwuap on gwuap on gwuap givenchy jeans

Rock the fit with a celine tee
Fuck it throw on some balenci 
Glasses double C I cant not see
Pour up the drank I pour up the lean
I put in pain do not tempt me
Bitches I hate do not text me
Hate these niggas I shoot till its empty
Swear to god imma put mom in a Bentley
Extended my drake it got real deadly
That bitch like a dog she telling me pet me
Wont kick my cup no I am not no Messi
Wont fuck that thot she way too friendly 
Shot my glock I let off like twenty 
Upgrade the chop it got to heavy
You not my moms dont call me kenny
On my block they call me kenne 
 
Woah 
Okay okay
woah
Okay okay
Woah woah woah

Hop in this bitch like im straight out Atlanta 
Pen to the paper I write all the stanzas 
Sold out arenas I fill all the stands yuh
pop my stick I said get your mans up 
Hoe on my dick she move like a dancer 
Smashing this shot I tote my lil hammer
Count up green pour drank Bruce banner 
I put his ass right up on the banner 
Pop perc's never sober like tana 
Blonde white hoe look like Hannah Montana
No trust in no thots got my hand on my blammer
Hoe want a Birkin she must think I'm Santa 
You not street don't wear no bandanna
Way too geeked pour drank in the Fanta

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