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Knife Talk Lyrics

Type in all the lyrics Knife Talk-Drake (ft. Project Pat, 21 Savage) From Certified Lover Boy (2021)
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Last updated: April 6, 2022
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Answer
I
gotta
feed
the
streets
my
pistol
gon
bleed
the
streets
Ski
mask
on
my
face
sometimes
you
gotta
cheat
To
stay
ahead
in
this
bitch-ard
drank
syrup
like
it's
liquor
Street
life'll
have
you
catchin'
up
to
God
quicker
Sticker
to
your
liver
Let
the
Choppa
bang
on
you
like
a
Blood
or
a
Cripper
Flipper,
so
much
bread
Answer
I'm
a
gymnast
Made
so
much
money
off
of
dummies
off
of
dummies
I'm
mister
body
catcher
Slaughter
Gang
soul
snatcher
Ain't
no
regular
F-150
this
a
fucking
Raptor
No
capper
a
street
N*gga
not
a
rapper
Choppa
hit
him
and
he
turned
into
a
booty
clapper
Smith
and
Wesson
I'm
4L
Gang
reppin'
we
done
baptised
more
N*ggas
than
Answer
the
damn
reverend
Kappa
Alpha
me
and
my
gang
we
do
all
the
steppin'
Who
you
checkin'
This
FN
shoot
East
to
West
End
Yeah
I
heard
Papi
outside
And
he
got
the
double
R
droppy
outside
Checked
the
weather
and
it's
gettin'
real
oppy
outside
I'ma
drop
this
shit
and
have
these
pussies
droppin'
like
some
motherfuckin'
flies
Type
Answer
of
n*gga
that
can't
look
me
in
the
eyes
I
despise
When
I
see
you
better
put
that
fuckin'
pride
to
the
side
Many
times
plenty
times
I
survived
Beef
is
live
spoiler
alert
this
n*gga
dies
Keep
blickies
and
you
know
the
weed
sticky
My
finger
itchy
the
Glock
like
to
leave
hickeys
Your
shooters
iffy
a
street
punk
Answer
could
never
diss
me
I
come
straight
up
out
the
Six
and
we
don't
spare
sixties
I
fuck
with
her
and
fuck
with
her
and
her
I
hit
up
err
and
tell
him
do
the
err
for
sure
Voodoo
curse
it
got
him
while
I
flew
to
Turks
Know
the
dogs
had
to
hit
them
where
we
knew
it
hurts
Answer
Gang shit, that's all I'm on (x2)
N*gga, gang shit, that's all I'm on (x2)
Let
it
bang
bang
'Til
his
brains
hang
and
his
mama
sang
And
the
pastor
sang
and
them
bullets
sang
And
them
Choppers
sang
and
the
choir
sang
I'm
on
everything
Jacob
charged
me
450
for
a
tennis
chain
US Open
had
it
on
us
at
the
tennis
game
Tell
the
coach
don't
take
Answer
me
out
I
like
to
finish
games
And
my
pen
insane
and
my
men
insane
There's
like
80
of
us
now
that's
the
scary
thing
Shit
they
doin'
on
that
other
side
embarassing
We
in
Paris
with
it
hundred
carats
with
it
All
this
shit
is
for
my
son
'cause
he's
inheritin'
it
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Gang
Metro
Answer
Gang shit, that's all I'm on (x2)
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on, Gang shit, that's all I'm on (x3)
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