Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Funk Paddle, artist - Şevin. Date of issue: 11.06.2018
Song language: English
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 |