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Knife Talk (Explicit) - Drake/21 Savage/Project Pat
Lyrics by：A. Graham/S. Bin Abraham-Joseph/L. Wayne/P. Houston/J. Houston/R. Mayers/P. Johnson
Composed by：A. Graham/S. Bin Abraham-Joseph/L. Wayne/P. Houston/J. Houston/R. Mayers/P. Johnson
Project Pat/21 Savage：
I gotta feed the streets my pistol gon' bleed the streets
Ski mask on my face sometimes you got to cheat
To stay ahead in this b***h-ard
Drank syrup like it's liquor
Street life'll have you catchin' up to God quicker
Sticker AK-40 to your liver
Let the chopper bang on you like a Blood or a Cripper
Flipper so much bread I'm a gymnast
Made so much money off of dummies off of dummies
Yeah gang
21 Savage：

I'm mister body catcher Slaughter Gang soul snatcher
Ain't no regular F-150 this a f**kin' Raptor
No capper street n***a not a rapper
Chopper hit him and he turned into a booty clapper
Smith & Wesson I'm 4L Gang reppin'
We done baptized morе n***as than the d**n reverеnd
Yeah
Kappa Alpha me and my gang we do all the steppin'
Who you checkin'
This FN shoot East to West End
Gang
Drake：
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 s**t and have these pussies droppin' like some motherf**kin'
Type of n***a that can't look me in the eyes
I despise
When I see you better put that f**kin' pride to the side
Many times plenty times I survived
Beef is live spoiler alert this n***a dies
Keep blickies and you know the w**d sticky
My finger itchy the Glock like to leave hickeys
Your shooters iffy a street punk could never diss me
I come straight up out the 6 and we don't spare sixties
I f**k with her and f**k with her and her
I hit up err and 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
21 Savage/Drake：
Gang s**t that's all I'm on
N***a gang s**t that's all I'm on
Let it bang bang let it bang bang
'Til his brains hang and his mama sang
And the pastor sang and them bullets sang
And them choppers sang and the choir sang
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
S**t they doin' on that other side embarrassing
We in Paris with it hundred carats with it
All this s**t is for my son 'cause he's inheritin' it
If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you
Metro
Gang s**t that's all I'm on yea