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prse - ##knots lyrics

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take her top down (yeah)
pull her draws out
got no heart now (oh yeah)
diamonds on my collar
ah, if he talk now
beat him with my glock yea+ah
fifty shots, we gon’ put him in the stars yea+ah

(in the stars yea+ah)

huh, this one right here meet me at the top
if you wan’ talk sh+t i hit his socks, a lot
fill my pockets up with all the gwap, the knots
like i’m jalapeno b+tch i’m hot, the sauce (oh my god)
i’ve been smokinng thrax we roll it up, in raw
brand new arp the army guns, the rod
f+ck that b+tch and then i hit the dash, so long
f+ck that b+tch and then i hit the uh

i hit the uh
i hit the uhb+tch oh my god
i stack it up
i stack it up and count my gwap
b+tch be for real
you really want this bag or not?
b+tch be for real
you let me hit it or i’m gone
(yeah be for real, you let me hit it or i’m)

yeah, i’m in my bag
i told that b+tch i’m going dumb
i’m popping tags
i pop a xan i’m going numb
i’m heating upi’m heating up just like the sun
i eat it up, eat that p+ssy up filet mignon
and when i’m done that sh+t hit blue just like a plum
will not cuff up this b+tch, i up the score and then i uh
will not cuff up this b+tch, i up the score and then i uh

got no heart now (oh yeah)
diamonds on my collar
ah, if he talk now
beat him with my glock yea+ah
fifty shots, we gon’ put him in the stars yea+ah

(in the stars yea+ah)

huh, this one right here meet me at the top
if you wan’ talk sh+t i hit his socks, a lot
fill my pockets up with all the gwap, the knots
fill my pockets up with all the gwap, the knots

- prse lyrics

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