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knick knacks - ‎xul south pacific trading co. est 1918 lyrics

[verse 1]
i got cash stacked, b*tch
i like getting high as sh*t and that is that, b*tch
(yeah)
i’ma crush your f*cking skull in, make it flat, b*tch
i’ma pull the knife out and stab you in the back, b*tch
(yeah)
oh, my god, b*tch, i wish you would stop it
i get h*lla cash, i’m going up, just like a rocket
walking downtown wit’ a knife in my pocket
if he talking down, pull the gun out, and i c*ck it
back, bruh, watch the cash stack, bruh
yeah, you wanna be like me so bad, but you can’t, bruh
popped a bunch of pills, everything is turning black, bruh
yeah, you get high, but you can’t get high like that, bruh
(yeah)

[verse 2]
yeah, i’m off my rocker
i get p*ssed as f*ck, i pull the glock out my locker
(yeah)
shoot you in the face, your life will not go on much longer
(yeah)
thе world i’m finna conquer
that b*tch dumb as sh*t, i really just might f*cking sock her
(yеah)
[verse 3]
in the f*cking jaw, bro
i can’t care at all, bro
(yeah)
stack the racks up, bruh, i stack them really tall, bro
(yeah)
if you really care, then why the f*ck didn’t you call, bro?
i don’t really like you, so i won’t answer your calls, bro
(yeah)

[verse 4]
b*tch, i’m popping pills, just like some tic*tacs
(yeah)
hoes on my d*ck, but i treat them like some knick knacks
(yuh)
knick knack, patty whack, give a dog a bone
(ha)
yeah, i’m high as sh*t, i don’t think think that i’ll make it home

[verse 5]
cut you up, just like some cold cuts
(yeah)
b*tch, i give no f*cks
(yeah)
thought that you were cool, but i swear that you’re a hoe, bruh
throw that sh*t back, h*ll yeah, drop it low, bruh
this sh*t hard as f*ck, it’s cold as sh*t, just like some snow, bruh
yeah, i’m finna go up
you don’t really know us
think you’re cool as sh*t, go ahead and f*cking show us
(yeah)
b*tch, i don’t believe you, all your sh*t is see*through
you’re p*ssy as f*ck, i’ma f*ck around and beat you
[verse 6]
into the ground, bruh
h*ll yeah, what’s that sound, bruh?
turn this sh*t up, bro
make the speakers loud, bruh
(yeah)
i don’t f*ck around, bruh
you sound like a clown, bruh
pull the pistol out, make your body hit the ground, bruh
(yeah)
smokin’ on some loud, you can hear the f*cking sound, bruh
h*ll yeah, put your hands up right f*cking now, bruh
put your hands in the air, bruh
(yuh)
scream and shout, bruh
this sh*t hard as f*ck, make me wanna dance around bruh, yeah

- xul south pacific trading co est 1918 lyrics

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