Lyrics Funk Paddle - Şevin, Sevin Duce

Funk Paddle

Knob on eleven really turnt up
For real
Knob on eleven baby turnt up
It’s really something or it’s really nothin'
Ain’t no in between
For real
Ay
I’m grinding like a pro skater
Trying to get it now brodie no later
I’m ready anytime I’m a Gold Stater
Put in work with the homie call it co labor
Ugh
Rugged like an old razor
From the block where they do not do no favors
Get mad at the price cuz it won’t waiver
He mad at the ice he a cold hater
Beat knocking like a old cater
I do my thing in the ring… Joe Frazier
I used to keep a broad on my rotator
Now I look to God He my soul’s Savior
That young nigga’s saved, paid and he fly
OG gets the call I’m just standing by
Purple blood runs deep through my family tie
The dude he go Stewie he a Family Guy
Is the game hard to handle like a chopstick
Nah nah it’s really nothing when you got grip
Peanut butter in the cockpit
Turn the beat up
Then we turn the heat up til the pot stick
Knob on eleven really turnt up
Ride slow on the city let the trunk rattle
Knob on eleven baby turnt up
Beat knock let it hit you with the funk paddle
Old school big body whale
Earthquake and the trunk slide like a snail
Follow my trail
Grinding without that rail
Always on the go that’s outgoing mail
Alpha male never tuck my tail
Saved by God never saved by the bell
Opposite of frail
Turtle shell team W
We don’t do the L
One time no redo
You a real one me too
Game locked got the key too
Beat knock funky seafood
While I ride wet.
sea dew
I’m in the coupe like my mane 'Bron
No roof mean the brain gone
And the guts no cut it came raw
What we do
Really turn it up
Chainsaw
Knob on eleven really turnt up
Ride slow on the city let the trunk rattle
Knob on eleven baby turnt up
Beat knock let it hit you with the funk paddle
Yeah forever mobbing
For real
I get it in how I get it out
And we was in the wind you was in the drought
For the Lord I did cool
And I did without
You ain’t gonna play it by the rule
Nigga sit it out
Yeah
Bring the Gospel to the whole nation
Whole squad full felonies and probation
Tearing down the roof is my vocation
Anybody want the truth drop your location
Yeah
And we gon' wiggle out and pull up
Demons ain’t safe when we glide
Yuh
Ay The funk paddle beat your skull up
They say it’s too much bass in the ride
Yeah
I really met God rellie vis-a-vie
I paid him credit for the MOB like a visa fee
I’m on a whole different frequency
To the point if you met real
You would tell him that he keeps it me
Knob on eleven really turnt up
Ride slow on the city let the trunk rattle
Knob on eleven baby turnt up
Beat knock let it hit you with the funk paddle