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Knocked Out Cold Out On My Own

right He pressing me like button downs on a Friday night I'm so pretty like, me on my pedal bike He on my low scrunch, he on my echo whites He say, "

my hat, Gucci my drawers Gucci my ass cheeks, Gs cover my balls Gucci my pants, Gucci my shirt Gucci duffel bag where I keep all that twerk Gucci bandanna on top my

Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door Knock knock knockin' on

other All uncles and no brother my mother?s at work My grandfather was my dad and when he died it hurt And as I hold back the tears my eye-wells swell

He probably right He pushing me like buttons down's on a friday night I'm so pretty like We on my peddled bike He on my low scrunch We on my echo whites

with God's heed and drop a gem On your melon so hard it make you knock-knee And my plot's greed, my theme's murder My climax is when the heat from the

me the cold shoulder But now them hoes wanna skeeze me Just because they see my face on TV, uhh Them hoes be buggin'; they come a-dime-a-dozen I'm even doin' it with my own

place like a bunny kinda sunny Phone on my waist vibrate 'cause it?s comin' Stay in shape, last in the game is music business funny For the sake that my

I'm on them grams only reason why I ain't dropped that forty, All chicks see my on the street stop and call me, Want me to get my willy out so they can