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Birdman

Genres: Hip-Hop

Knocked Off Lyrics - Birdman

I'm gon' beat that pussy up just like a champion 

I'm a beast inside these streets like a barbarian 

Told my baby next February we're married 

We laughin' at these pussy boys, they're so hilarious 

I might get her knocked off, pull them spaghetti strings 

I might get her knocked off for a dose or pint of lean 

I might get her knocked off while I pull a bank scheme 

I might get her knocked off for just tryna join the team 

 

Yeah, we roll these bitches like a centepeid 

We get this money, flip some honeys then we blow some Gs 

I gave her life and then I showed her Bs 

We fucked the world but now we overseas 

Inside of the car, we stashed a hundred bricks 

We put it down and hit the town, we 'bout the money trips 

Wait, the ice is rollin' cause we're rollin', bitch 

Flakes, the dope is cola cause we're polar, bitch 

I answer the call and put her right beside me 

Two, we 'bout that woop like them brand new Spyders 

Keep your mouth closed, boy, cause we're aimin' fire 

I just might one night her, show love and wife her 

I'm bangin' green like the lizard in Geico 

I pull up and wet you, burn your top like Michael 

 

I got bullets bigger than fingers in rifles 

 

It's big Bs with a hundred Gs in each one of my pockets 

 

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I'm not gon' pass, I'ma smash 'em 

She want that nut so I blast her 

My Bentley grey like a pastor 

Whippin' that snow, no Alaska 

Good head, she got her masters 

Shawty a long way from dumb 

Your money flat like a plasma 

Good kush, smoke is the bomb 

I drink that Ack while you be drinkin' red 

I don't fall in love, I run over it instead 

Like, bobble, that bitch go head 

I'm like, "lil baby, I don't know your kid" 

I keep my pistol I'll give you the lead 

They 3 deep I call 'em Ed, Edd and Eddy 

Baby take a picture, that photo cred 

She make me lean back like a sofa bitch 

 

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