Grafh (Waka Flocka)

Grafh (Waka Flocka) - Know Em Down lyrics

rate 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 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.<br />

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Thanks to Andrei

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