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“Knife Talk Lyrics Genius” sung by Drake from the album Certified Lover Boy represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is Knife Talk by Drake.
Knife Talk Lyrics Geniuss Drake
[Intro Project Pat & 21 Savage] I gotta feed the streets, my pistol gon’ bleed the streets Ski mask on my face, sometimes you got to cheat To stay ahead (Gang) in this b^^^^ard, drank syrup-like its Liquor Streetlife, I have you catching up to god quicker (Yeah, gang ) Sticker, Ak-40 to your liver Let the choppa bang on your like a blood or criper (Gang ) Flipper, so much bread, I’m a gymnast So much money off of dummies, off of dummies (Yeah, gang )
[Verse: 21 Savage] I miss the, body catcher, slaughter gang soul snatcher Ain’t no regular F-150, this a f^^^in’ Raptor No capper, street n^^^^ not a rapper Choppa hit him and he turned into a booty clapper Smith & Wesson, I’m 4L gang reppin’ We done baptized more niggas than the d^^^ Revеrend Cap a Alpha, me and my gang, we do all thе steppin’ Who you checkin’? This FN shoot east to Westend (Gang)
[Verse: Drake] Yeah, I heard Papi outside And he got the double R, drop it outside Check the weather and it’s gettin’ real oppie outside I’m a drop this s^^^, and have these p^^^^^^ droppin’ like some motherf^^^in’ {?} Type of niggas that can’t look me in the eyes I despise, when I see you better put that f^^^in’ pride to the side Many time, plenty times, I survived Beef is loud, spoiler alert, this n^^^^ dies
[21 Savage] Keep blicky’s, and you know the weed sticky My finger itchy, the Glock like to leave hickey’s Yo’ shooters iffy, A street punk could never diss me I come straight up out the Six, and we don’t spell Sixties
[Drake] I f^^^ with her and f^^^ with her, and her I hit up {?} and tell him do the {?}, for sure Voodoo curse, it got him while I flew to Turks Know the dogs had to hit them where we knew it hurts
[Chorus: 21 Savage and Drake] Gang s^^^, that’s all I’m on (Yeah) Gang s^^^, that’s all I’m on, n^^^^ Gang s^^^, that’s all I’m on Gang s^^^, that’s all I’m on, n^^^^ Gang s^^^, that’s all I’m on Gang s^^^, that’s all I’m on, n^^^^ Gang s^^^, that’s all I’m on Gang s^^^, that’s all I’m on
[Verse: 21 Savage] Let it bang bang, let it bang bang Till his brains hang, and his momma sang And the pastor sang, and them bullets sang And them choppas sang, and the choir sang
[Drake] I’m on everything, Jacob charged me a fifty for a tennis chain You {?} had it on I sat the tennis game Tell the coach “Don’t take me out” I like to finish games And my pendant sang, and my menace sang There’s like eighty of us now, that’s the scary thing S^^^ they doin’ on that other side, embarrassing We in Paris with it, hunnid carrots with it All this s^^^ for my son, cause he inheritin’ it
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot you Metro
[Chorus: 21 Savage] Gang s^^^, that’s all I’m on (Yeah) Gang s^^^, that’s all I’m on, n^^^^ Gang s^^^, that’s all I’m on Gang s^^^, that’s all I’m on, n^^^^ Gang s^^^, that’s all I’m on Gang s^^^, that’s all I’m on, n^^^^ Gang s^^^, that’s all I’m on Gang s^^^, that’s all I’m on
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