CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Knockoff!
You know that ain't a real bag b*t*h, that's a knockoff!!
When I get that work I get to juggin' like hot sauce!!
Out to a pool, lakefront
Hit her from the back, rearrange her lace front, stuntin'!
Tattoos on my neck and on my kidneys
If I don't like that hoe, I turn her a** into a frisbee!
If I don't like your disc, I turn that hoe into a frisbee!
I throw it out on Old Nat right by the Wendy’s!
I'm livin', n***a, and I'm gettin' it, I'm jumpin' straight in
Head first, goin' all in
B*t*h you know you is a knockoff!
B*t*h, you know you wanna get your rocks off!
N***a, you know you wanna get your rocks off too
But you can't get no money, ooh, ooh
'Cause your a** got her "ja-fakin'" on
Be bumpin' in the grease in some bacon holmes
You know to put your a** in the skillet
You know your a** really ain't with it
You know. hit you with the frying pan
Gone see stars, Tweety Bird, awe damn...,
Know you fake a**, knockoff-havin' a**...,
Need to get somewhere and put your a** back in the trash
B*t*h!
You know that ain't a real bag b*t*h, that's a knockoff!!
When I get that work I get to juggin' like hot sauce!!
Out to a pool, lakefront
Hit her from the back, rearrange her lace front, stuntin'!
Tattoos on my neck and on my kidneys
If I don't like that hoe, I turn her a** into a frisbee!
If I don't like your disc, I turn that hoe into a frisbee!
I throw it out on Old Nat right by the Wendy’s!
I had to come back for a second time
'Cause n***a you thought you was stuck on my mind
Like aww damn, n***a, call Uncle Sam
Collectin' yo' taxes...,
And that sad a**, whack a**
Knockoff-havin' a** thing you got goin' on, awe naww
I can't f**k with that, I can't be stuck with that
I can't be in the trap with that, 'cause
You ain't gettin no money, you ain't countin' no hundreds
Knockoff..., wanna get your rocks off, but you know you can't
Gotta take your a** back to the bank!
You know that ain't a real bag b*t*h, that's a knockoff!!
When I get that work I get to juggin' like hot sauce!!
Out to a pool, lakefront
Hit her from the back, rearrange her lace front, stuntin'!
Tattoos on my neck and on my kidneys
If I don't like that hoe, I turn her a** into a frisbee!
If I don't like your disc, I turn that hoe into a frisbee!
I throw it out on Old Nat right by the Wendy’s!
You know that ain't a real bag b*t*h, that's a knockoff!!
When I get that work I get to juggin' like hot sauce!!
Out to a pool, lakefront
Hit her from the back, rearrange her lace front...
When I get that work I get to juggin' like hot sauce!!
Out to a pool, lakefront
Hit her from the back, rearrange her lace front, stuntin'!
Tattoos on my neck and on my kidneys
If I don't like that hoe, I turn her a** into a frisbee!
If I don't like your disc, I turn that hoe into a frisbee!
I throw it out on Old Nat right by the Wendy’s!
I'm livin', n***a, and I'm gettin' it, I'm jumpin' straight in
Head first, goin' all in
B*t*h you know you is a knockoff!
B*t*h, you know you wanna get your rocks off!
N***a, you know you wanna get your rocks off too
But you can't get no money, ooh, ooh
'Cause your a** got her "ja-fakin'" on
Be bumpin' in the grease in some bacon holmes
You know to put your a** in the skillet
You know your a** really ain't with it
You know. hit you with the frying pan
Gone see stars, Tweety Bird, awe damn...,
Know you fake a**, knockoff-havin' a**...,
Need to get somewhere and put your a** back in the trash
B*t*h!
You know that ain't a real bag b*t*h, that's a knockoff!!
When I get that work I get to juggin' like hot sauce!!
Out to a pool, lakefront
Hit her from the back, rearrange her lace front, stuntin'!
Tattoos on my neck and on my kidneys
If I don't like that hoe, I turn her a** into a frisbee!
If I don't like your disc, I turn that hoe into a frisbee!
I throw it out on Old Nat right by the Wendy’s!
I had to come back for a second time
'Cause n***a you thought you was stuck on my mind
Like aww damn, n***a, call Uncle Sam
Collectin' yo' taxes...,
And that sad a**, whack a**
Knockoff-havin' a** thing you got goin' on, awe naww
I can't f**k with that, I can't be stuck with that
I can't be in the trap with that, 'cause
You ain't gettin no money, you ain't countin' no hundreds
Knockoff..., wanna get your rocks off, but you know you can't
Gotta take your a** back to the bank!
You know that ain't a real bag b*t*h, that's a knockoff!!
When I get that work I get to juggin' like hot sauce!!
Out to a pool, lakefront
Hit her from the back, rearrange her lace front, stuntin'!
Tattoos on my neck and on my kidneys
If I don't like that hoe, I turn her a** into a frisbee!
If I don't like your disc, I turn that hoe into a frisbee!
I throw it out on Old Nat right by the Wendy’s!
You know that ain't a real bag b*t*h, that's a knockoff!!
When I get that work I get to juggin' like hot sauce!!
Out to a pool, lakefront
Hit her from the back, rearrange her lace front...
