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Thursday, December 23, 2010

Grafh - Knock Em Down Lyrics ft. Waka Flocka Flame

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Grafh - Knock Em Down ft. Waka Flocka Flame

I need my nine, right now, cut the chase player
Or make them lay it low,
Knock em down line em up
Knock em down line em up
Knock em down, line em up
Knock em down

I kick doors off, not walls down
Take this … and know them all down
Knock em down line em up
Knock em down line em up
Knock em down, line em up
Knock em down

You see that big chain, big watch,
Looking like a big shot, hustle yo,
Sling big rock out of sling shot
I don’t do no flip flaps, all I do is Louie shoes
First they say it’s sloppy out of my motherfucker Gucci shoes
It’s me, who are you? I’m … on the spoon
All that cocky ass nigger better …
All the hero with the …
Then I’m kinda loose it, chain on … and my swag are off stupid
I’m a train setter, I’m a taste maker
Money over whose, I only date papers
I’m a rock chopper, with a straight razor
And I’m the type to kick your daddy in the pace maker
In the club with your wife all over me
That bug in my pants got your wipe …
I’m aiming nigger, … I’m riding with an army
If you push … just like you never saw me

I need my nine, right now, cut the chase player
Or make them lay it low,
Knock em down line em up
Knock em down line em up
Knock em down, line em up
Knock em down

I kick doors off, not walls down
Take this … and know them all down
Knock em down line em up
Knock em down line em up
Knock em down, line em up
Knock em down

You know I’m not the … I’m talking right here
Left foot, leaning on my best foot,
It’s money like a check book
Whipping like the chef cook
Then I’m gonna move some
Wassup? Shut the fuck up! What? Do something
Wassup?
You talk a lot of shit. What? Do something
Wassup?
My hammer’s like one big …
Wassup? I’m hand in hand you know my …
And you know I keep the club pumped like chemo o
And my house, a bad bitches like u yeah,
I heard she got blood shots, but nigger who cares?
This is sending straight, it ain’t root beer
Pop champagne, happy new year
Baby I got a packet …
My blood look like el burito
My gun look like a torpedo
… Who wanna tell me who what when where? Now, motherfucker

I need my nine, right now, cut the chase player
Or make them lay it low,
Knock em down line em up
Knock em down line em up
Knock em down, line em up
Knock em down

I kick doors off, not walls down
Take this … and know them all down
Knock em down line em up
Knock em down line em up
Knock em down, line em up
Knock em down

I got money on my mind I got power through this microphone
Twenty bottles of rose, thirty bottles of …
…hang on wall, … hallow all heads on me
…this is like a bomb nigger
I’m air force fly, airplane high
… walk up front.