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​knife up - jvst x lyrics

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[watermark 1: pe$o pete & [?]]
who the f*ck is pe$o pete?

[intro: pe$o pete]
yeah, yeah, ooh
know i got it

[verse 1: pe$o pete, [?], & [?]]
knife up, i’mma have to end it with the same slit
i hate the b*tch, k!ll the b*tch with the same hit
lights, camera, action
boy, i’m ’bout to do ’em shameless
cookie green, sheamus, movin’ so aimless (cookie green, sheamus, movin’ so aimless)
say you g*ngb*ngin’
pullin’ up, but you ain’t claim sh*t
spittin’ off the brain sh*t, ’til i stop the pain, sh*t (oh, yeah)
i was on the same sh*t, you was on the lame sh*t
this isn’t a game, sh*t (oh, yeah, ooh)
i done seen a lot, but what i’m feeling, it be far worse
everybody want it, but n0body wanna’ spar first (ooh)
they just want the star first, they don’t want the hard work
they don’t want that pressurе, make a motherf*ckin’ star burst
ki blast, kamehamеha, how the scar hurt
long live me, tell scar push me off first ([?])
this is like the empire, i ain’t have to start first
i was in the car first, so i did the part first (ah!)
[break: pe$o pete & token black]
ya’ feel me? (aye, aye, aye, aye, uh)
you feel me? (aye, aye, aye, aye, aye!)

[watermark 2: pe$o pete & [?]]
pe$o, what the fu*

[verse 2: token black & pe$o pete]
runnin’ to the money like a god d*mn’ treadmill
i be up early, why you n*ggas in the bed still? (why you n*ggas in the bed still?)
baby momma’ mad, but she finna’ give me head still (aye, aye)
i ain’t wanna’ choose, took the blue and the red pill (aye, aye, aye, aye*aye)
gang gang sh*t, make a b*tch wanna’ come through (yuh)
f*ck n*ggas talkin’, they get hit with the one*two
i ain’t finna’ shoot away, the bl!cky, so he run
full c*ck back, shoot, k!ll the n*gga that he run to (skrr*skrr*skrr*skrr*skrr*skrr!)
aye, swaggin’ on a b*tch
i’m the man, i can do that (yuh)
bad b*tch, you know what it is when we do that (you know what it is)
if them n*ggas got a problem, tell ’em “move back” (bah*bah!)
metal by my side like a tool bag (yuh)
you don’t wanna’ gamble with ya’ life, you could lose that (you could lose that!)
real sh*t, you could lose that (you really gonna’ gamble with your life?)
aye, homie, that’s your b*tch? you could lose that (yeah)
how you like “where the f*ck my boo at?!” (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 3: pe$o pete]
m*i*a
token, where’d she go?
she was chillin’ with my set, h*lla’ kids in her throat
i’mma shoot off the roof, i’mma shoot for the goal
i’mma shoot fire hot, keep a bag full of coal
feel like zuko, prince, you know what it is
i done came from the bottom, so the top isn’t sh*t
and the same for the coupé, want the top off the whip
hit that b*tch, then i bounce, ’cause the top wasn’t sh*t
b*tch, i’mma hit the whole flame fist
hidden in the trees like codename: kids

[outro: pe$o pete]
f*ck! haha!
sh*t’s crazy, hahaha!
what?
why it sound like?
f*ck, that sh*t was crazy
that sh*t, token’ gon’ like that
pfft, hahahaha!
i hope, i hope, i*

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