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Trouble – Knock It Down Lyrics

Like a freak hoe, it’s just sum 'bout her make me go beast mode
I’ma knock down this bih like sum free throw
Got the look, got the swag, that the cheat code
Got the look, got the cash, on the G Code
'Fore you open that door check the peephole
Where you run up that bag like it's sweet though
Heard dat hoe in there we 'round here eatin' though, on T
Knock it down knock it down
I’ma go and knock it down knock it down
Nahmsayin' knock it down knock it down
Grown man knock it down knock it down, on T
Knock it down knock it down
I’ma go and knock it down knock it down
Nahmsayin' knock it down knock it down
Grown man knock it down knock it down, on T

I'ma swing a bopper 'round, she’ll swing I be swingin’ chopper 'round
Middle fingers up whenever cops around, that my prerogative guess I’m Bobby Brown
Knowin' damn well I turn the Bobby down, Chanel shoes for my snack got her poppin' now
Chanel shoes wit a bag do the head good
Trouble good everywhere but offa Edgewood
I'ma tell you, shawty bust it open for, real player
Me and shawty get into it, hell yeah
Say you gettin' money but, I couldn’t tell, had to take my time dawg, I couldn’t tell
Know your rich work shelf, it didn't swell
How you had me hoping, couldn’t make bail
How you havin' paper couldn’t get off bail
Got ya baby momma in, the hotel

Like a freak hoe, it’s just sum 'bout her make me go beast mode
I’ma knock down this bih like sum free throw
Got the look, got the swag, that the cheat code
Got the look, got the cash, on the G Code
'Fore you open that door check the peephole
Where you run up that bag like it's sweet though
Heard dat hoe in there we 'round here eatin' though, on T
Knock it down knock it down
I’ma go and knock it down knock it down
Nahmsayin' knock it down knock it down
Grown man knock it down knock it down, on T
Knock it down knock it down
I’ma go and knock it down knock it down
Nahmsayin' knock it down knock it down
Grown man knock it down knock it down, on T

I'ma hit the ground runnin', I did
I was wit ya baby momma, and yo kids
Handsome young rich nigga, no kids (handsome young rich nigga)
And I'ma lil' brutal now, big dick (damn)
Why you niggas hangin' all on my Johnnson
And I'ma knock ya bitch down, Klay Thompson (wet)
Ain’t sparin' nann nigga, no way
More like Big Papi, champagne
Is, I’m OG like Big Pete (yeah)
Bitch I go take the seas (gametime)
Project bitch from Four Seasons she Crippin'
Pray that bih neva leave (yeah yeah)
Can’t do shit in my jeans (yeah yeah)
Touch a pot like a genius (yeah yeah)
Love a freak man I mean it (hey, Skoob)

Like a freak hoe, it’s just sum 'bout her make me go beast mode
I’ma knock down this bih like sum free throw
Got the look, got the swag, that the cheat code
Got the look, got the cash, on the G Code
'Fore you open that door check the peephole
Where you run up that bag like it's sweet though
Heard dat hoe in there we 'round here eatin' though, on T
Knock it down knock it down
I’ma go and knock it down knock it down
Nahmsayin' knock it down knock it down
Grown man knock it down knock it down, on T
Knock it down knock it down
I’ma go and knock it down knock it down
Nahmsayin' knock it down knock it down
Grown man knock it down knock it down, on T
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Songwriters: Mariel Orr, Marquel Middlebrooks, Michael Len Williams
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