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knock it off, pt. 2 - naajthekidd & fpc kevin lyrics

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[intro: naajthekidd]
i don’t even know why i gave these n*ggas this much attention
not even that serious, but here we go again
knock it off, pt. 2
(aye)

[verse 1: naajthekidd]
n*ggas mad because they know that i’m on top
n*ggas starting to get discouraged when i say i’m what they’re not
too many n*ggas on my d*ck and they don’t know when to stop
how you say we bros for life but you been switched up for a thot?
f*f*cked that hoe a couple times, made her swallow up this c*ck
and you know she wasn’t loyal, so why you wifing up the block?
anywhere i go, i’m good, i’m certified on every block
even if you wanted smokе (fah), you could never get thе drop
i told them n*ggas its not serious errytime i f*cked they hoe
man, let ’em know, if i wanted, i could show inside my phone
all the times that lil baby had my d*ck inside her throat
put these n*ggas in they place a second time, you n*ggas jokes
i’ve been humble all this time (aye, aye)
i got these n*ggas in a panic when i rhyme (aye, aye)
these n*ggas racist, saying n*gga and they white (aye, aye)
i know, they tripping, when i see ’em it’s on sight
put a thousand on yo head to see you p*ssy n*ggas die (bah)
i ain’t never been the one for sending threats, i really slide
me and kevin had these n*ggas fronting, acting out line
been had the hoes dripping wet, when i’m done i’m dripping sweat, these hoes gon tap out every time (on god)
freaky n*gga in the bed but still respected in the streets
put a bag on top ya head and get you dropped off in a week (bah)
too much attention to you, lames, i need to knock it off (knock it off)
but it’s too late, you n*ggas dead to me, get smoked like swisher sweets
[verse 2: fpc kevin]
i don’t give a single f*ck
i been workin’, this ain’t luck
do my business, do a dance
put the haters in a trance
walk em down like i’m nle
cause i got no love for this entertainment
this game ima rearrage, sh*ts strange
no passion for da music, it’s all about the money
i’m going one way on the runway
with a final destination of the top
i’ma top dawg that will never flop
so i dance and do the milly rock
when a p*ssy talking sh*t, we kick the door down
see the opps, it’s up for sure now
what goes around, comes around
bl!cky gon bl!ck, chains go clink
music keep me going, so i put my best in it
know my brother ntk, a rider
ain’t afraid to knock ya
he came outta yonkers
together on a track, we go bonkers
i don’t give a single f*ck
i been workin’, this ain’t luck
i don’t give a single f*ck
i been workin’, this ain’t luck
do my business, do a dance
put the haters in a trance
do my business, do a dance
put the haters in a trance
uh
[outro: fpc kevin]
knock it off, knock it off
don’t ever f*ck with fpc or ntk
cause we’ll drop you down in a second
uh
yeah
tke, b*tch

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