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Knicks (Remix) Lyrics

Name Taken - Hold On For Your Dearest Life Lyrics

Knicks (Remix) by Freddie Gibbs




Knicks (Remix)
Smokin the cally ice
Book a challenge on my wrist
U.S is a challenge doin this
They can push it
Theyre rappin
Theyre callin you in the back
Ill be getting back on the tax nigga
I got to sell a nickel back
Elementary Mathematics , nigga can you add?
Standin by my window with the full clip
Another neighbor whistlin in the bed every weak
And f**k the police b**ch
I guess I got to sell a nickel back
I got to sell a nickel back nigga
Real killer ,drug dealer
I got to sell a nickel back
Real killer ,drug dealer
I got to sell a nickel back
The same night Chris Jobs watched Coby
It was on Sunday
I had a hunt day
Then I crashed it
Leather jacket like slashed it
Downtown bound, Julie Brown
All the hoochies wanna do me now
Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson
You ever had to take a sh*t while you're tripping?!
Balls off, all the homies on the ball court
sh*t hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk
I'm not the one for all the small talk
Im like Cristopher Lloyd
Big noise
Mike Tyson doing endos on the harrow
I got to sell a nickel back,b**ch
I got to sell a nickel back,b**ch
I got to sell a nickel back,b**ch
I got to sell a nickel back,b**ch
Real killer ,drug dealer
I got to sell a nickel back, b**ch
Real killer ,drug dealer
I got to sell a nickel back
Close to the niggaz that do their bids on motel sh*t
Niggaz be doin the long stretches
Not that were hardless
Were just using our hearts less
You know stress cause niggaz the 4th feeling
Lost strips on a nigga that hustled on dog strips
And streets corners so many
Police wants us
Remember older niggaz and owners
Got a front row city
To watch niggaz move
Got no class like a nigga that skips school
The cops scream on the corners
Peace!
I got to sell a nickel back,b**ch
I got to sell a nickel back,b**ch
Real killer ,drug dealer
I got to sell a nickel back,b**ch
Real killer ,drug dealer
I got to sell a nickel back,b**ch
Real killer ,drug dealer
Its like they caught me red handed
Watch how they keep their 47s sticked up to granny
And I want all the rounds of applause
And the audience
The happiest days of my life
Been takin from me
Now Im just a slave to the mic
Wait
Hold up
I dont think this chain fit me right
And should let you finish too
Im at the finish line
I should have finished school
Now youre at the finish line
So hide them in the shoe
Dont get to take the show and use them as tools
b**ch
I got to sell a nickel back,b**ch
I got to sell a nickel back,b**ch
Real killer ,drug dealer
I got to sell a nickel back,b**ch
Real killer ,drug dealer
I got to sell a nickel back,b**ch




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