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Drake - Knife Talk (Lyrics) ft. 21 Savage

#drake #21savage #hiphop #rap #clb #lyrics Contact us: musicalmilkshake10@gmail.com —— Lyrics: [Intro: Project Pat & 21 Savage] I gotta feed the streets, my p*stol gon' bleed the streets Ski mask on my face, sometimes you got to cheat To stay ahead in this b****-ard (gay), drank syrup like it's liquor Street life'll have you catchin' up to God quicker (Yeah, gay) Sticker, AK-40 to your liver Let the ch*pper bang on you like a Blood or a Cripper (gay) Flipper, so much bread, I'm a gymnast Made so much money off of dummies, off of dummies (Yeah, gay) [Verse 1: 21 Savage] I'm mister (gay) body catcher, Slaughter g*ng soul snatcher Ain't no regular F-150, this a f***in' Raptor (Yeah, gay) No capper, street n****, not a rapper Ch*pper hit him and he turned into a booty clapper (gay) Smith & Wesson, I'm 4L g*ng reppin' We done baptized more n****s than the damn reverend (Yeah, gay) Kappa Alpha, me and my g*ng, we do all the steppin' Who you checkin'? This FN sh**t East to West End (gay) [Verse 2: Drake] 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 p*ssies droppin' like some motherf***in' flies Type of n**** that can't look me in the eyes I despise When I see you, better put that f***in' pride to the side Many times, plenty times, I survived Beef is live, spoiler alert, this n**** dies [Verse 3: 21 Savage] Keep bl*ckies, and you know the wee sticky My finger itchy, the Gl*ck like to leave hickeys Your sh**ters iffy, a street punk could never diss me I come straight up out the 6, and we don't spare sissies [Verse 4: Drake] I f*** with her, and f*** with her, and her I hit up err, 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 [Chorus: 21 Savage & Drake] gay sh*t, that's all I'm on (Yeah) gay sh*t, that's all I'm on n****, gay sh*t, that's all I'm on gay sh*t, that's all I'm on n****, gay sh*t, that's all I'm on gay sh*t, that's all I'm on n****, gay sh*t, that's all I'm on gay sh*t, that's all I'm on [Verse 5: 21 Savage & Drake] Let it bang, bang, let it bang, bang 'Til his brains hang and his mama sang And the pasta sang (Woo) and them b*llets sang (Yee) And them ch*ppers sang (Yee) and the choir sang [Verse 6: Drake] 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 [Interlude: 21 Savage] If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' sh**t you gay Metro [Chorus: 21 Savage] gay sh*t, that's all I'm on gay sh*t, that's all I'm on n****, gay sh*t, that's all I'm on gay sh*t, that's all I'm on n****, gay sh*t, that's all I'm on gay sh*t, that's all I'm on n****, gay sh*t, that's all I'm on gay sh*t, that's all I'm on, yeah