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Knockin' on Doors (feat. Odezy...

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Come again
Talking to me like I fit on a scale I Am him
One to ten
You really wildin' I'm jumping up Out of the gym
Tell me when
Filling the bag with all of the Chips and dip
Bring it in whoa
Come again
Talking to me like I fit on a scale I Am him
One to ten
You really wildin' I'm jumping up Out of the gym
Tell me when
Filling the bag with all of the Chips and dip
Bring it in whoa

Ain't no more knockin on doors I'm knockin em down type shit
If I hop in the booth it's a funeral
Odezy know he been round since When
I was a youngin doing this for fun Now I'm really out here writing Rhymes I guess
I'ma just do it to deaf
I ain't watching my step
Come around and get stomped I Bet
It could get critical
Figure you thinking you stopping The visual
One individual
This indivisible
Stop it
Feeling incredible
Just like an edible
Wait till it hit you and rockets
Take off in ya mind
I'm the best you ca you and Rockets
Take off in ya mind
I'm the best you can find
Telling future in the lines
Gotta profit Everytime
So I'ma sure bet
Kill a tour set
And hit the road
On the way to more checks
Never forfeiting
Get the the goals
Been unique and
Got ya women leaking
Got you pocket peaking
Whoa
Need space
I cut the shuttle on
Heat wave I feel it coming on
Unfuckwithable so run along.
There ain't no changing me
Spreading the hate is so lame to Me
Circle is small and they bang with Me
Anybody with a brain can see
We da ones that got it sewn up
Juggernaut the game faithfully
Game breaker nba streets
Watch all the shit that you say to Me
I Might pull up at ya door

Come again
Talking to me like I fit on a scale I Am him
One to ten
You really wildin' I'm jumping up Out of the gym
Tell me when
Filling the bag with all of the Chips and dip
Bring it in whoa
Come again
Talking to me like I fit on a scale I Am him
One to ten
You really wildin' I'm jumping up Out of the gym
Tell me when
Filling the bag with all of the Chips and dip
Bring it in whoa

Ain't no more knockin' on doors, I'm knockin' 'em down type shit
Wait! How dare they put a mutha Fuckin' door up in my way?
Can't fit on a scale, I'm raisin' 'em Hell, I'm bulking up add my whey
Way I been movin', nigga be Crusin', lookin like a push weight
I'm out on back street, jumping Like athlete, patna don't at me Now
Yeah with whatever, said that They better, got us looking like How?
Yeah gotta take it, man let's face It, them boys looking like ass
Stretch my arms to get it, I'm Armed and dangerous
Even with no mask?
And In the stu I pose, life I chose, Know we killing flows
I'm stopping foes, shaking woes, To be the best i'm told
I'm doing shows, on the road, These otha niggas cold
Momentun slows, here we go, Knew that them boys would fold
Odezy be that nigga baby when is You gon get it
It's no comp to me, but them boys Said they comin' wit' it
Now come again, what you say? I Didn't hear it
I'm vegan now, yeah i'm proud But chicken I still get it
Wah?

Come again
Talking to me like I fit on a scale I Am him
One to ten
You really wildin' I'm jumping up Out of the gym
Tell me when
Filling the bag with all of the Chips and dip
Bring it in whoa
Come again
Talking to me like I fit on a scale I Am him
One to ten
You really wildin' I'm jumping up Out of the gym
Tell me when
Filling the bag with all of the Chips and dip
Bring it in whoa

WRITERS

Oldy Jean, Theodore Oliver

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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