Drake - Knife Talk (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Drake - Knife Talk (en) şarkı sözleri
I gotta feed the streets
My pistol gon'
bleed the streets
Ski mask on my face, sometimes
you gotta cheat
To stay ahead in this bitch-a
(gang)
Drank syrup
like it's liquor
Street life'll have you catchin' up
to god quicker (yeah, gang)
Sticker,
ak-40 to your liver
Let the chopper bang on you like
a blood or a cripper (gang)
Flipper, so much bread,
I'm a gymnast
Made so much money off of dummies,
off of dummies (yeah, gang)
I'm mister body catcher, slaughter
gang soul snatcher
Ain't no regular f-150,
this a fuckin' raptor
No capper, street nigga,
not a rapper
Chopper hit him and he turned
into a booty clapper
Smith & wesson,
I'm 4l gang reppin'
We done baptized more niggas than
a damn reverend (yeah)
Kappa alpha, me and my gang,
we do all the steppin'
Who you checkin'? This fn shoot
east to west end (gang)
Yeah
I heard papi outside
And he got the double-
r droppy outside
Checked the weather and it's
gettin' real oppy outside
I'ma drop this shit and
have these pussies
Droppin' like
some motherfuckin'
Type of nigga that can't look
me in the eyes I despise
When I see you, better put that
fuckin' pride to the side
Many times, plenty times,
I survived
Beef is live, spoiler alert,
this nigga dies
Keep blickies, and you
know the weed sticky
My finger itchy, the glock
like to leave hickeys
Your shooters iffy, a street
punk could never diss me
I come straight up out the 6,
and we don't spare sixties
I fuck with her, and fuck
with her, and her
I hit up err and tell him
do the err, for sure
Voodoo curse, it got him
while I flew to turks
Know the dogs had to hit them
where we knew it hurts
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
(yeah)
Gang shit,
that's all I'm on
Nigga, gang shit,
that's all I'm on
Let it bang, bang
'Til his brains hang
and his mama sang
And the pastor sang and
them bullets sang
And them choppers sang
and the choir sang
I'm on everything
Jacob charged me four-fifty
for a tennis chain
Us open, had it on us
at the tennis game
Tell the coach don't take me out,
I like to finish games
And my pen insane,
and my men insane
There's like eighty of us now
that's the scary thing
Shit they doin' on that other
side embarrassing
We in paris with it, hundred
carats with it
All this shit is for my son,
'cause he's inheritin' it
(If young metro don't trust
you I'm gon' shoot you)
Gang (yeah)
(Metro)
Gang shit,
that's all I'm on, yeah
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