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lirik lagu knock knock – don trip & big homiie g

[intro]
(what’s up, juwop?)
(beat those drums)

[verse 1: big homiie g]
woah (woah), knock, knock (knock, knock), let me in this b*tch (yeah)
n*ggas wanna play, i don’t play, i keep ’em out my mix
she ain’t got no business on her own, that is not my b*tch
i went flawless diamonds on the ap, that is not your wrist
i spent half a ticket on a car, i don’t even drive the sh*t
he ain’t got all that sh*t without no deal, why he be lyin’ and sh*t?
first of all, i’m up all night off drank and adderall
back against the wall, got this glock in my black polo drawers
all this paper i be chasin’, feel like i ain’t got no legs at all
i ain’t tryna lock in with no rappers, really f*ck ’em all
only two things i got in this world is my word and b*lls
and i won’t break them b*tches for n0body, who the f*ck is y’all?
woah (woah), knock, knock (knock, knock), let me in this b*tch (yeah)

[verse 2: don trip]
my shooters been puttin’ in so much work, they should get benefits
my lil’ homie serve that pearly white sh*t like a dinner strip
i just bought myself a diaper genie ’cause i been the sh*t
i ain’t playin’ no games with these n*ggas, i’m on the injured list
without touchin’ a sack, i’m plugged in like a memory stick
i used to buy in bulk like a sam’s club membership
i couldn’t be more focused if i ran a ford dealership
you keep pump fakin’ ’til you find out how real it get
i’m already paid, now i’m tryna get my n*ggas rich
left some friends in the past, never go back to find ’em
stayin’ in the lab like i’m a mad scientist
product of my environment, used to deal off consignment
on the road to riches, in need of a wheel alignment, yeah
i’m really with it, i said it, i really lived it
i know some n*ggas in prison too far for they fam to visit
i’m never in the mix, don’t at me for my opinion
if it don’t make me richer, then it ain’t none of my business
i wake up, take my kids to school, then i go grind some more
for that dough, i bring it to your door like it’s domino’s
i want all the smoke, i set the oven, put a timer on it
took my wife to tiffanys and let her blow your signing bonus
food for thought, go get a napkin and a plate
i’m gettin’ cake and i must say, the feeling’s great
long live pif
[outro]
(what’s up, juwop?)
(beat those drums)

- don trip big homiie g

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