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broken knobs - tray davis lyrics

(intro)

yeh yeh yeh, yeh yeh yeh
aye
yeh yeh yeh, yeh yeh yeh
aye
ayyye

(verse 1)

i run up in the bank cash out right away
i am that guy what the f-ck can i say
kept it on the low now i’m ready to blow
people on the bandwagon want a slice of the cake
aim thru the scope pink mistin a n-gga
yo b-tch hit my phone she was missin a n-gga
let it be known if he dissin a n-gga when i pull up on em ima dismember the n-gga
pull down the door sittin way in the air
gettin head from a wh0r- while i play in her hair
put me on floor ima score all day, them n-ggas on the sideline like to say it ain’t fair
yeh

(hook)

if you got beef, f-ck it fillet it then
i make money, i dont make amends
you wanna take from me, thats the greatest sin
to take from me, there ain’t a greater sin
holy sh-t, we in the club now
holy sh-t, i feel it comin down
holy f-ck, we got them guns out
holy sh-t, thats a man down
they wanna hand out, i’m like nah bro
we too turnt up, that f-ckin kn-b broke
they wanna hand out, i’m like nah bro
we too turnt up, that f-ckin kn-b broke

(verse 2)

saw my dad like once a year maybe
he would hug moms and tell her she looked amazing
he was really good at sellin you fake sneakers
back when people had the phone clips and the beepers
i was beatin off to my teacher mrs peterson
now i get topped in my sh-ll-toe adidas
im old school like the jumpsuits from adidas
challengin the team get you quickly defeated
you know we off the chain like a dog in the hood
yeh, i done came around takin off with the music
i can’t get caught up in the murdering game but i got a few guys who would offer to do it

(hook)

(bridge)

sh-t, i mean
it’s really hard to stop partying
it’s so hard to stop partying

(verse 3)

i just wanna ball like brittney in 07’
kobe with the fro im better with more pressure
only do a show if the dough look special
but i can’t go if they say no weapons
sh-t, the g19 mandatory
if i lettem fly they’ll probably land on ya
baby hit my line if he cancel plans on ya
f-ck a n-gga right i’ll throw some bands on ya
thirty-miligram adderall no sleep
stayin woke thumbin thru the dead homies
and now everybody pretending to know me
the coupe black and red like n-ggas with nosebleeds

(hook)

- tray davis lyrics

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