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knoccers - maxthademon lyrics

[chorus: maxthademon]
.30s and .40s, that’s knockers
gloves and a hat, i’ma do this sh*t proper
it’s a body so call up the doctor
shooters on shooters just look at my roster
.30s and .40s, that’s knockers
gloves and a hat, i’ma do this sh*t proper
it’s a body so call up the doctor
shooters on shooters just look at my roster

[verse: maxthademon]
my rasta, that’s gang, he gon’ die for me
they was there when my blood ain’t have no time for me
if you catch me a [?]
but if one of us die then who gon’ slide wit’ me
i’m not playin’ wit’ one of these little kids
if you look at the score you see differences
every time that they spin they be missin’ sh*t
every time that we spin they got witnesses
in the field we be doin’ the throwin’
catch a opp, he get wet i’ma soak ’em
call the demons, i put ’em in motion
pass the chop’, i got it, i’m open
in the field i be throwin’ like newton
don’t try to stall, if i up then i’m shootin’
when we [?], we don’t do the recruiting
smokin’ ya dead, ebk be the movement
[chorus: maxthademon]
.30s and .40s, that’s knockers
gloves and a hat, i’ma do this sh*t proper
it’s a body so call up the doctor
shooters on shooters just look at my roster
.30s and .40s, that’s knockers
gloves and a hat, i’ma do this sh*t proper
it’s a body so call up the doctor
shooters on shooters just look at my roster

[verse 2: ciggy blacc]
call up my bestie to line ’em
[?] been fienin’ to pop ’em
ain’t no [?] like a banshee
throw at a o if my brothers, that’s family
5’11, 197, off the pressure i’m leavin’ ’em topless
give a second, gun detected
flabbergasted, we still wipe wit’ them chopsticks
[?] knicks wit’ them k!llers, we drop sh*t
wit’ this clip i’ma shoot like i’m [?]
don’t gass ’em up like a airhead
[?] why you spinnin’, them hollows they gettin’ fed
buckle up, that remind him that his man dead
when i’m throwin’ i am at his d*mn head
ain’t no time for no witnesses
[?]
went from drummin’ to playin’ wit’ ‘ks
off a [?] so my shooters gon’ lay
and i’m back to the trap, livin’ great
pray to god for the sins that we paved
talk on bro, that’s a ticket away, to the gates
[?] die for the opps it’s in [?]
talk on bro, eat your face wit’ this gadget
metal jacket it’s gon’ rip through his fabric
f*ck a bed, he gon’ lay in this casket
[chorus: maxthademon]
.30s and .40s, that’s knockers
gloves and a hat, i’ma do this sh*t proper
it’s a body so call up the doctor
shooters on shooters just look at my roster
.30s and .40s, that’s knockers
gloves and a hat, i’ma do this sh*t proper
it’s a body so call up the doctor
shooters on shooters just look at my roster

- maxthademon lyrics

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