Tila Tequila - Knock you out lyrics
rate me*Everytime in the club or the bar
Girls be actin' like they retards
Mad cuz they men straight up rock hard
And he ain’t even on my radar
Tila Tequila rock star
Doin’ it in by getting’ head in my car
The baddest bitch from Queens and Crenshaw
Why you stuffin’ your bra?
Don’t need no crew everytime I smash up
Look me up and down I pull your tracks out
Start some shit I lay your ass out
I'm from H-town bitch you know what we about
I put it down for my city
And I get-get-gritty yeah motherfucker that's what's up.
And just because your girl pretty with some big ass titties
Don’t mean I won’t fuck you up
I bet you won't be lookin' so HOT
When I knock you out and make you say WHAT?!
(Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh my God!)
I bet you won't be lookin' so HOT
When I knock you out and make you say WHAT?!
(Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh my God!)
Some of these bitches be industry
I'm exact opposite bitch in the streets
I'm in my twenties you forty-three
Aww she's tryna' be just like me
I don’t want to fuck ya man hell no
I just wanna hit the club with the fam and get low
I make your nose bleed like too much blow
Then we jump on stage and make ‘em say HOOOOOO
I'ma do what I do
but some of these dudes is bitches too
Suckers buyin’ cars sprung on a coo
Chyeah that's me Tila Tequila
I put it down for my city
And I get-get-gritty yeah mother fucker that's what's up.
And just because your girl pretty with some big ass titties
Don’t mean I wont fuck you up
I bet you won't be lookin' so HOT
When I knock you out and make you say WHAT?!
(Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh my God!)
I bet you won't be lookin' so HOT
When I knock you out and make you say WHAT?!
(Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh my God!)
Pour my drink get down like WHAT?
Down like WHAT?
Down like WHAT?
Pour my drink get down like WHAT?
Down like WHAT?
Down like WHAT?
Pour my drink get down like WHAT?
Down like WHAT?
Down like WHAT?
Pour my drink get down like WHAT?
Down like WHAT?
Down like WHAT?
BITCH!
Slap on the extra make-up
I'll be on the grind tryna get my cake up
It's RJ bras and rockin' Marc Jacobs
All day flossin', fuckin' ya'll face up
You try to photoshop your face up
Ever since you put your myspace up
I break rules, my shit's forbidden
You look like a dude, this bitch is straight trippin'
A-list celeb? Who are you kiddin'?
Everything you tryna do, I done did it
You could never run the game cuz I'm in it
This your last five seconds of your fifteen minutes
I put down for my city And I get-get-gridy
yeah motherfucker That's what's up
And just because your girl pretty
With some big ass titties
Don't mean I won't fuck you up
I bet you won't be lookin' so HOT
When I knock you out and make you say WHAT?!
(Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh my God!)
I bet you won't be lookin' so HOT
When I knock you out and make you say WHAT?!
(Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh my God!)
I bet you won't be lookin' so HOT
When I knock you out and make you say WHAT?!
(Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh my God!)
I bet you won't be lookin' so HOT
When I knock you out and make you say WHAT?!
(Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh my God!)
Pour my drink get down like WHAT?
Down like WHAT?
Down like WHAT?
Pour my drink get down like WHAT?
Down like WHAT?
Down like WHAT?
Pour my drink get down like WHAT?
Down like WHAT?
Down like WHAT?
Pour my drink get down like WHAT?
Down like WHAT?
Down like WHAT?*
Thanks to Keisha McKay for these lyrics
