tg kommas - out my knoggin lyrics
[intro]
where your money at?
show me your purse
[chorus]
who that bih? b+tch you know that’s me
and i’m out my knoggin
jump fresh to death, you prolly’ thought that i went shoppin’
but i’m fresh from out the closet
bad b+tch, i see your eyes, she on my d+ck, prolly’ wanna f+ck me ’cause i’m poppin’, i just tell a b+tch to stop it
where ya money at?
b+tch, show me your purse
’round here we don’t take care of b+tches, a b+tch gon’ go to work
and if she f+ckin’ with the trenchgod, i’m under her skirt
all of her cash she had to work, all in her bra she got the perc’s, i’m ’bout to throw back
[verse]
it’s up it ain’t no turnin’ down, p+ssy b+tch, you know that
boy, you had that gun for 30 years and you ain’t even blow that
why you show that?
that ain’t really how you livin’
fake flexin’ with that money, b+tch and you ain’t tryna spend it
n+gga tell me where yo’ block at, matter fact, we finna bend it
in the bucket windows tinted, out the window draco hittin’
try to run but you can’t hide, b+tch, if i want ya i’ma get it
cut ya throat, b+tch, i’ma split it, homicide, blood spillin’
and that’s on everythang
vvs my diamonds, come and test it, ice on everythang
they say he rap, sell dope and pimp hoes, guess he in every lane
but that’s just speculation, don’t be listenin’ to everythang
it’s all for entertainment, get on this b+tch and just say anythang
like i f+cked yo’ b+tch and she ate my s+m+n
that ain’t hard for you to believe it, my n+gga ya might as well believe it
’cause it’s true, i be in ya b+tch divin’ in that deep end
she be hollerin’, she be screamin’ and that p+ssy i be skeetin’
now ya b+tch at adelaide
call my phone talkin’ ’bout she got a baby on the way, that’s yo’ baby n+gga
how i know, ’cause i shot it on her face
and anyways, it’s gone be yours until i take a dna
and that’s how that go
that’s what my momma taught me n+gga, that’s just how i’m raised
i been up for [?] days, out here catchin’ [?] plays
i get money, that’s just easy, b+tch, you got too many ways
how the f+ck you out here broke still tryna go get laid
lil’ boy ya should of bought them j’s, you should of saved
and b+tch you ain’t have to get no frontal, go get some braids
but ya know after the sunshine it’s gon’ be rainy days
so just slow down it ain’t a race, tryna keep up this ain’t yo’ pace
b+tch, i’d shoot you in ya face if ya cross me, n+gga
[interlude]
f+ck you and anybody else that’s talkin’ n+gga
the day you switched up
that’s the day ya lost me n+gga
now my circle small surround myself with nothin’ but bosses, n+gga
i’ma boss
[chorus]
who that bih? b+tch you know that’s me
and i’m out my knoggin
jump fresh to death, you prolly’ thought that i went shoppin’
but i’m fresh from out the closet
bad b+tch, i see your eyes, she on my d+ck, prolly’ wanna f+ck me ’cause i’m poppin’, i just tell a b+tch to stop it
where ya money at?
b+tch, show me your purse
’round here we don’t take care of b+tches, a b+tch gon’ go to work
and if she f+ckin’ with the trenchgod, i’m under her skirt
all of her cash she had to work, all in her bra she got the perc’s, i’m ’bout to throw back (throw back)
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