Knife Talk - Drake
歌曲信息
歌曲名:Knife Talk
歌手:Drake
所属专辑:Certified Lover Boy
作词:未知
作曲:未知
发行公司:OVO
发行时间:2021-09-03
大小:3.71 MB
时长:04:03秒
比特率:129K
评分:0.0分
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Knife Talk - Drake文本歌词
作词 : A. Graham/S. Bin Abraham-Joseph/L. WAYNE/P. Houston/J. Houston/R. Mayers/P. Johnson
作曲 : A. Graham/S. Bin Abraham-Joseph/L. WAYNE/P. Houston/J. Houston/R. Mayers/P. Johnson
I gotta feed the streets, my pistol gon' bleed the streets
Ski mask on my face, sometimes you got to cheat
To stay ahead in this bitch-ard (Gang), drank syrup like it's liquor
Street life'll have you catchin' up to God quicker (Yeah, gang)
Sticker, Ak-40 to your liver
Let the chopper bang on you like a Blood or a Cripper (Gang)
Flipper, so much bread, I'm a gymnast
Made so much money off of dummies, off of dummies (Yeah, gang)
I'm mister body catcher, Slaughter Gang soul snatcher
Ain't no regular F-150, this a ****in' Raptor
No capper, street n***a, not a rapper
Chopper hit him and he turned into a booty clapper
Smith & Wesson, I'm 4L Gang reppin'
We done baptized morе n***as than the damn reverеnd (Yeah)
Kappa Alpha, me and my gang, we do all the steppin'
Who you checkin'? This FN shoot East to West End (Gang)
Yeah, I heard Papi outside
And he got the double-R droppy outside
Checked the weather and it's gettin' real oppy outside
I'ma drop this sh*t and have these pussies droppin' like some m********kin'—
Type of n***a that can't look me in the eyes
I despise, When I see you, better put that ****in' pride to the side
Many times, plenty times, I survived
Beef is live, spoiler alert, this n***a dies
Keep blickies, and you know the weed sticky
My finger itchy, the Glock like to leave hickeys
Your shooters iffy, a street punk could never diss me
I come straight up out the 6, and we don't spare sixties
I **** with her, and **** with her, and her
I hit up err and tell him do the err, for sure
Voodoo curse, it got him while I flew to Turks
Know the dogs had to hit them where we knew it hurts
Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on (Yeah)
Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
N***a, gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
N***a, gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
N***a, gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
Let it bang, bang, let it bang, bang
'Til his brains hang and his mama sang
And the pastor sang and them bullets sang
And them choppers sang and the choir sang
I'm on everything, Jacob charged me four-fifty for a tennis chain
US Open, had it on us at the tennis game
Tell the coach don't take me out, I like to finish games
And my pen insane, and my men insane
There's like eighty of us now, that's the scary thing
Sh*t they doin' on that other side, embarrassing
We in Paris with it, hundred carats with it
All this sh*t is for my son, 'cause he's inheritin' it
If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you, Gang
Metro
Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
N***a, gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
N***a, gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
N***a, gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on, yeah
编辑于2021/12/01更新
作曲 : A. Graham/S. Bin Abraham-Joseph/L. WAYNE/P. Houston/J. Houston/R. Mayers/P. Johnson
I gotta feed the streets, my pistol gon' bleed the streets
Ski mask on my face, sometimes you got to cheat
To stay ahead in this bitch-ard (Gang), drank syrup like it's liquor
Street life'll have you catchin' up to God quicker (Yeah, gang)
Sticker, Ak-40 to your liver
Let the chopper bang on you like a Blood or a Cripper (Gang)
Flipper, so much bread, I'm a gymnast
Made so much money off of dummies, off of dummies (Yeah, gang)
I'm mister body catcher, Slaughter Gang soul snatcher
Ain't no regular F-150, this a ****in' Raptor
No capper, street n***a, not a rapper
Chopper hit him and he turned into a booty clapper
Smith & Wesson, I'm 4L Gang reppin'
We done baptized morе n***as than the damn reverеnd (Yeah)
Kappa Alpha, me and my gang, we do all the steppin'
Who you checkin'? This FN shoot East to West End (Gang)
Yeah, I heard Papi outside
And he got the double-R droppy outside
Checked the weather and it's gettin' real oppy outside
I'ma drop this sh*t and have these pussies droppin' like some m********kin'—
Type of n***a that can't look me in the eyes
I despise, When I see you, better put that ****in' pride to the side
Many times, plenty times, I survived
Beef is live, spoiler alert, this n***a dies
Keep blickies, and you know the weed sticky
My finger itchy, the Glock like to leave hickeys
Your shooters iffy, a street punk could never diss me
I come straight up out the 6, and we don't spare sixties
I **** with her, and **** with her, and her
I hit up err and tell him do the err, for sure
Voodoo curse, it got him while I flew to Turks
Know the dogs had to hit them where we knew it hurts
Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on (Yeah)
Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
N***a, gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
N***a, gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
N***a, gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
Let it bang, bang, let it bang, bang
'Til his brains hang and his mama sang
And the pastor sang and them bullets sang
And them choppers sang and the choir sang
I'm on everything, Jacob charged me four-fifty for a tennis chain
US Open, had it on us at the tennis game
Tell the coach don't take me out, I like to finish games
And my pen insane, and my men insane
There's like eighty of us now, that's the scary thing
Sh*t they doin' on that other side, embarrassing
We in Paris with it, hundred carats with it
All this sh*t is for my son, 'cause he's inheritin' it
If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you, Gang
Metro
Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
N***a, gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
N***a, gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
N***a, gang sh*t, that's all I'm on
Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on, yeah
编辑于2021/12/01更新
Knife Talk - DrakeLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : A. Graham\/S. Bin Abraham-Joseph\/L. WAYNE\/P. Houston\/J. Houston\/R. Mayers\/P. Johnson [00:00.019] 作曲 : A. Graham\/S. Bin Abraham-Joseph\/L. WAYNE\/P. Houston\/J. Houston\/R. Mayers\/P. Johnson [00:00.038]I gotta feed the streets, my pistol gon' bleed the streets [00:02.882]Ski mask on my face, sometimes you got to cheat [00:06.211]To stay ahead in this bitch-ard (Gang), drank syrup like it's liquor [00:10.390]Street life'll have you catchin' up to God quicker (Yeah, gang) [00:13.905]Sticker, Ak-40 to your liver [00:16.611]Let the chopper bang on you like a Blood or a Cripper (Gang) [00:20.327]Flipper, so much bread, I'm a gymnast [00:23.726]Made so much money off of dummies, off of dummies (Yeah, gang) [00:29.245] [00:32.322]I'm mister body catcher, Slaughter Gang soul snatcher [00:36.769]Ain't no regular F-150, this a ****in' Raptor [00:40.007]No capper, street n***a, not a rapper [00:43.254]Chopper hit him and he turned into a booty clapper [00:46.487]Smith & Wesson, I'm 4L Gang reppin' [00:49.846]We done baptized morе n***as than the damn reverеnd (Yeah) [00:53.161]Kappa Alpha, me and my gang, we do all the steppin' [00:56.366]Who you checkin'? This FN shoot East to West End (Gang) [01:00.034] [01:05.627]Yeah, I heard Papi outside [01:08.922]And he got the double-R droppy outside [01:12.150]Checked the weather and it's gettin' real oppy outside [01:15.388]I'ma drop this sh*t and have these pussies droppin' like some m********kin'— [01:19.654]Type of n***a that can't look me in the eyes [01:22.156]I despise, When I see you, better put that ****in' pride to the side [01:26.115]Many times, plenty times, I survived [01:29.455]Beef is live, spoiler alert, this n***a dies [01:32.605] [01:32.772]Keep blickies, and you know the weed sticky [01:35.810]My finger itchy, the Glock like to leave hickeys [01:39.057]Your shooters iffy, a street punk could never diss me [01:42.296]I come straight up out the 6, and we don't spare sixties [01:45.635] [01:45.789]I **** with her, and **** with her, and her [01:48.908]I hit up err and tell him do the err, for sure [01:52.229]Voodoo curse, it got him while I flew to Turks [01:55.633]Know the dogs had to hit them where we knew it hurts [01:58.577] [01:58.713]Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on (Yeah) [02:01.932]Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on [02:04.722]N***a, gang sh*t, that's all I'm on [02:08.395]Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on [02:11.364]N***a, gang sh*t, that's all I'm on [02:14.881]Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on [02:17.798]N***a, gang sh*t, that's all I'm on [02:21.576]Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on [02:24.822] [02:24.966]Let it bang, bang, let it bang, bang [02:27.477]'Til his brains hang and his mama sang [02:30.868]And the pastor sang and them bullets sang [02:34.153]And them choppers sang and the choir sang [02:37.383] [02:37.518]I'm on everything, Jacob charged me four-fifty for a tennis chain [02:42.464]US Open, had it on us at the tennis game [02:45.614]Tell the coach don't take me out, I like to finish games [02:48.830]And my pen insane, and my men insane [02:52.166]There's like eighty of us now, that's the scary thing [02:55.506]Sh*t they doin' on that other side, embarrassing [02:58.726]We in Paris with it, hundred carats with it [03:01.994]All this sh*t is for my son, 'cause he's inheritin' it [03:05.277] [03:08.334]If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you, Gang [03:13.888]Metro [03:16.868] [03:17.439]Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on [03:20.819]Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on [03:23.591]N***a, gang sh*t, that's all I'm on [03:27.120]Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on [03:30.096]N***a, gang sh*t, that's all I'm on [03:33.680]Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on [03:36.706]N***a, gang sh*t, that's all I'm on [03:40.364]Gang sh*t, that's all I'm on, yeah
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