Correction Paroles Knock Knock (Remix) par GRM Daily

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Mm-mm, yo
Hello, it's the Glock, knock-knock
Peng-peng ting wanna
(Andy Broski Beats)
Bah, bah, bah

Hello, it’s the Glock, knock-knock, who's there? (Buh)
Buddy wanna do shop-shop, who here? (Ayy, ayy)
What you gonna do? Stop-stop, who cares?
You ain't gonna shoot that gun, you scared (Bah, bah, bah)

Peng-peng ting wanna (Uh-uh)
Got an African girl that wanna (Uh-uh)
Even got a Mali that wanna (Uh-uh)
Even got a yardie that wanna (Uh-uh)

Even got a ten-ten called Britney
The trap house stinks full of Bobby and Whitney (It’s crazy)
Bando, took a bad B back with me
She keeps askin' me why the cats so twitchy (Rattling)
Rashford, makin' moves on the pitch, G
Before this rap, they weren't tryna pick me (Nah)
Spent a bag on a bag, all fifteen
For the times when I nеver had sh*t, G (Trust)
Take off, ride this wavе like the ocean
Break down packs, the weed comes in potent
If rap don't work, the bando door's open
No snakes, bro, won't catch me a rodent
And if rats get 'round, straight snap on the strip, that’s search and destroy and bro’s got a tool
Even got one from LDN, keeps tellin' me she wants to come back to the ’Pool
Yo, I got Naija, yardies, Barbies, Malis, I don't want love, just narni (That's right)
I got drillers and trappers, serious booters, they don't wanna dance in parties (How you mean?)
Shorty wanna chill with the big boys (Big boys), other side got bare b*t*h n***as (B*t*hes)
Brownie lookin’ all Zeze (Millz), tell her, "Come f**k with the rich n***as"
You ain't gonna bust that gun, that's cap
How man get beat up holdin' a wap? (Haha)
Seen man tried ride and he got turned packs
See, the get-back gang gon' get you back (Get back)
You ain't gonna brrt, you ain't gonna bap
You ain't gonna let that bah, bah
You ain't gonna shoot, stop lying, lying
Lock and load, gon' get sh*t frying (Skeet)

Hello, it's the Glock, knock-knock, who's there? (Buh)
Buddy wanna do shop-shop, who here? (Mmm)
What you gonna do? Stop-stop, who cares? (Yo)
You ain't gonna shoot that gun, you scared (Baow, baow, baow)

Peng-peng ting wanna (Uh-uh)
Got an African girl that wanna (Uh-uh)
Even got a Mali that wanna (Uh-uh)
Even got a yardie that wanna (Uh-uh)
Spin it (Skrrt, baow), twinning (Skrrt)
Serena, Venus Williams (Grrr)
Knock knock, surprise (Bap), you ain't gonna shoot that gun, you civilian
You ain't never did no dirt in your life (Huh?)
Just beat shots, now I'm hot, Dubai (Baow)
All of my opps numbers decline
Sorry, sorry, your girl wanna chill with the big boys, bad B holdin' my nine
Sorry, sorry, step on your block inside like I just touched down in Nige (Baow, baow)
Suya (Brrt), or a lemonade (Mm-mm)
If I rise it (Huh?), elevate
Watch how the corn make someone levitate (Bap)
Preed all of my opps' streams last year (Bah, bah, bah), and my shooter made more anyway (Bup)

Smash and crash and dip them, skrrt, blue lights in the distance
In jail, yeah, I only had pictures (Ah)
Had to pattern parcels for the listeners (Had to pattern up, pattern up)
Inst**utionalised, I was trapped in the system (I was trapped)
Could've kicked ball for England (Ah)
But, I lied, it was hard, I said I was injured (Yeah, I lied, yeah, I lied)
Boom, bang, kweff, you been movin' left
Get Zinedine-didaned to the chest
I don't wanna start, I don't wanna start movin' F'd
You little prick, get slept
Big broom, get swept
You mug, you mess
I only cash big cheques
Knock-knock, who's next?
Hello, it's the Glock, knock-knock, who's there?
Buddy wanna do shop-shop, who here? (Mmm)
What you gonna do? Stop-stop, who cares? (Yo)
You ain't gonna shoot that gun, you scared (Baow, baow, baow)

Peng-peng ting wanna (Uh-uh)
Got an African girl that wanna (Uh-uh)
Even got a Mali that wanna (Uh-uh)
Even got a yardie that wanna (Uh-uh)

My bird's English, but her back's Jamaican
My Irish gyal talks Gaelic
Got a lot of women, my ex is hatin'
Glasgow girls my favourite
Bust two shots where the cops were waitin' (I did)
That's real rap, bro got the statements (Real rap)
Left the station, smiling, waving
F**k the police, I f**kin' hate 'em
Stevie got a big bird, brother, little fat chick
Twenty-five year term 'cause he stayed active
Rat kids put him in transits
Now he's in Franklin on the landing, he's stranded
Cars get burned and abandoned
Hold man for ransom, brother, that's standard
A lot of my friends gangsters, gangbangers
Kidnappers, trappers, bro, I don't roll with rappers

What the f**k have you done? Don't lack
I walk with my gun, so don't try
My naija ting wan' f**k with the guys
Holds it down, I ain't gotta think twice
Make it knock, you won't hear it jam
Beat up the nyash, then fly to the sea
Can't see them, so they can't see we
So how they rhyming? How they lie on streets? (How?)
In the function, we got our heat
And we got nuff gyal, nuff gyal turn freak (Uh)
Hit the bando, take one of each
Now it's back to the ends, tryna get more P
We seek, they hide, they hide, no seek
They talk on us, they lie on beats (Liars)

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