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Like a freak hoe, it’s just sum bout her make me go beast mode I’ma knock down this bih like sum free throw Got the look, got the swag, that the cheat code Got the look, got the cash, on the G Code 'Fore you open that door check the peephole Where you run up that bag like it's sweet though Heard dat hoe in there we round here eatin' though Knock it down knock it down I’ma go and knock it down knock it down Nahmsayin knock it down knock it down Grown man knock it down knock it down Knock it down knock it down I’ma go and knock it down knock it down Nahmsayin knock it down knock it down Grown man knock it down knock it down Ima swing a [?] round, she’ll swing I be swingin’ chopper round Middle fingers up whenever cops around, that my prerogative guess I’m Bobby Brown Knowin damn well I turn the Bobby down, Chanel shoes for my snack got her poppin now Chanel shoes wit a bag do the head good Trouble good everywhere but offa Edgewood Ima tell you, shawty bust it open for, real player Me and shawty get into it, hell yeah Say you gettin money but, couldn’t tell, had to take my time dawg, I couldn’t tell Know you rich work shall it didn't swell [?] open couldn’t make bail Letras de cancionesHow you havin' paper couldn’t get off bail Got ya baby momma in, the hotel Like a freak hoe, it’s just sum bout her make me go beast mode I’ma knock down this bih like sum free throw Got the look, got the swag, that the cheat code Got the look, got the cash, on the G Code 'Fore you open that door check the peephole Where you run up that bag like it's sweet though Heard dat hoe in there we round here eatin' though Knock it down knock it down I’ma go and knock it down knock it down Nahmsayin knock it down knock it down Grown man knock it down knock it down Knock it down knock it down I’ma go and knock it down knock it down Nahmsayin knock it down knock it down Grown man knock it down knock it down Ima hit the ground runnin, I did I was wit ya baby momma, yo kids Handsome young rich nigga (handsome young rich nigga) And I'ma lil brutal now, big dick (damn) Why ya nigga hangin off my joints And ima knock ya bitch down, Clay Thompson (wet) Ain’t sparin nann nigga, no way More like Big Papi, champagne Is, I’m OG like Big Pete (yeah) Bitch I go take the seas (gametime) Project bitch from Four Seasons she crippin Pray that bih neva leave (yeah yeah) Can’t do shit in my jeans (yeah yeah) Touch a pot like a genius (yeah yeah) Love a freak man I mean it (hey, Skoob) Like a freak hoe, it’s just sum bout her make me go beast mode I’ma knock down this bih like sum free throw Got the look, got the swag, that the cheat code Got the look, got the cash, on the G Code ‘Fore you open that door check the peephole Where you run up that bag like it's sweet though Heard dat lil hoe in there we round here eatin' though Knock it down knock it down I’ma go and knock it down knock it down Nahmsayin knock it down knock it down Grown man knock it down knock it down Knock it down knock it down I’ma go and knock it down knock it down Nahmsayin knock it down knock it down Grown man knock it down knock it down From Letras Mania