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knoc turnal - watch out lyrics

[hittman]
all my cali motherf-ckers wave your hands like so
and all you b-tches getting pimped give your man that dough
yeah i walk with a limp cause my d-ck’s in the way
they say i talk like a pimp but i’m a m.a.c.k
what’s the difference?
both of you exploit women for cash
exactly, but a poor pimp would sell his own -ss
i never learnt to sip, man i dropped out that cl-ss
you better smoke your hemp through an oxygen mask
before you come over here f-cking my high up
interrupting your b-tch while she licking up my nuts
i used three condoms but she let me get five f-cks
knoc-turn’al got her stuck with her hands and feet tied up, huh

[knoc-turn’al]
when dusk kicks and i reach the club it gets exquisite
not even giving a f-ck about your b-tch
or which b-tch she rolling with
it’s nothing here
four or five d-cks gon’ spit
and both of us gon’ rub on her -ss and t-ts
she mixing up my nut in her mouth with spit
it’s obvious she’s in love with a mack with a big d-ck
i’m involved with a big cl-t
my music’s the deal-o, nympho
and she’s in love with it

[chorus: knoc-turn’al]
watch out
all these scandalous hoes in l.a
got me rolling with my glock out
swing by pick up my dough and then clock out
i’m out
to f-ck hoes every day

[hittman]
i f-ck ’em in their house, man
i f-ck ’em in their jeep
i f-ck ’em when they woke, man
i f-ck ’em when they sleep
i f-ck ’em in the throat
hey man that’s f-cking deep
like b-tches that want to smoke and b-tches that like to joke
come into my house broke looking for something to eat
beat it
from my wizard you get deleted
no more visits you b-tch, i mean it
no hoe, no cry, oh, here’s a kleenex
here’s a p-n-s
kiss it french or english
they say hit’s conceited, nah, hit’s connected
caramel complected
college b-tches get necked
jailed n-gg-z respected
big hit be keeping it west-ing

[chorus: knoc-turn’al]
watch out
all these scandalous hoes in l.a
got me rolling with my glock out
swing by pick up my dough and then clock out
then i’m out
to f-ck hoes every day

[knoc-turn’al and hittman]
[k]: i’m down
[h]: for thugs and prissy b-tches
[k]: got love
[h]: for anybody getting riches
[k]: i feel
[h]: like me and knoc the next n-gg-z
[k]: at shows
[h]: we make about eight figures

[knoc-turn’al]
why not clown, get down, spit rounds
lounge with bad b-tches blazing an ounce
we out on the town with a whole crew p-ssing, d-ck out (d-ck out)
we go up to you, him and you
f-ck your whole crew, we mash regardless
hittman heard me and you, that’s it man
on a late night rendezvous dance
i’m about to blow out my pants
matter of fact we’re up under the club’s heat lamp
drink that and we about to be out
we 2 or 3 minutes from my house
which means i’m 5 or 6 minutes from d-cking you out
single hoes look at your b-tch and your spouse
l.a. criminal

[hittman]
in and out with a smile before i spout

[knoc-turn’al]
for the meanwhile knoc and hit’s d-ck is all in your mouth

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