Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Knock Knock , by - Chetta. Release date: 30.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Knock Knock |
| You can’t be so serious all the time |
| Does it bother you Mr. sander? |
| Yeah, Yeah does well |
| Does it bother you Mr. Fox |
| A little i guess |
| Well, would you like to hear me tell a joke? |
| Yeah. |
| Yeah, we’d love to hear a joke from you |
| Knock knock |
| Who’s there? |
| Go fuck yourselves |
| Man they ain’t popping like they used to |
| Send hits hit licks bitch boohoo |
| 10k in my pocket |
| All blues clues |
| Guess who guess who |
| Bitch guess who |
| Like damn you ain’t popping like you used to |
| And these drugs dont hit like they used to |
| Need some shit that won’t quit |
| That ouu ouu |
| Guess who guess who |
| Bitch guess who |
| Spend a check in it |
| Get some neck in it |
| I ain’t a rookie lil boy |
| Big lieutentant |
| Ima drip with it |
| Hi-tech in it |
| Cigarette dipping |
| Codeine itching |
| And the trigger finger with it |
| You want it just come and get it |
| Im high but i won’t admit it |
| Go dumb when i go up in it |
| Spend a check on it |
| None you bitches want it |
| Have me pop the whole thing |
| Hoe im from new orleans |
| Woadie copping cocaine |
| Like we on the border |
| Ima chop the whole thing |
| Sashimi shawty |
| Throw the fours on it |
| Pour the four homie |
| Im in south texas |
| Sipping on some dope shawty |
| Dope shawty |
| And i need the whole thing |
| Heard you looking for me |
| Well come and find me |
| Ima get it back |
| Got the gucci with no strings |
| Sell yourself for some racks |
| You can keep the fucking change |
| I dont want a fucking thing |
| Man they ain’t popping like they used to |
| Send hits hit licks bitch boohoo |
| 10k in my pocket |
| All blues clues |
| Guess who guess who |
| Bitch guess who |
| Like damn you ain’t popping like you used to |
| And these drugs dont hit like they used to |
| Need some shit that won’t quit |
| That ouu ouu |
| Guess who guess who |
| Bitch guess who |
| Choppa style with it |
| Running wild with it |
| Big racks no cap |
| Ima have to get it |
| Triple beam pinching |
| Clear the scene ignant |
| I go dumb with it |
| Percocet splitting |
| I dont need her |
| But she want me |
| I promise i keep it on me |
| No stylist been looking lovely |
| Promethazine in my tummy |
| Spent a check for it |
| All you bitches boring |
| Knock knock |
| Kicking doors |
| They dont fucking want it… No |
| Man they ain’t popping like they used to |
| Send hits hit licks bitch boohoo |
| 10k in my pocket |
| All blues clues |
| Guess who guess who |
| Bitch guess who |
| Like damn you ain’t popping like you used to |
| And these drugs dont hit like they used to |
| Need some shit that won’t quit |
| That ouu ouu |
| Guess who guess who |
| Bitch guess who |