Drake ft. 21 Savage & Project Pat – Knife Talk Download

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Drake ft. 21 Savage & Project Pat – Knife Talk Free Audio Download

Popular award winning Canadian rapper, singer, songwriter, and actor, Drake storms the music scene with his sixth studio album “Certified Lover Boy” and the follow-up to his fifth studio album, Scorpion, which was released on June 29, 2018. Off this astounding debut is this track titled “Knife Talk“ featuring 21 Savage & Project Pat

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“Knife Talk Lyrics”

[Intro: 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 bitch-ard (Gang), drank syrup like it’s liquor
Street life’ll have you catchin’ up to God quicker (Yeah, gang)
Sticker, AK-40 to your liver
Let the chopper bang on you like a Blood or a Cripper (Gang)
Flipper, so much bread, I’m a gymnast
Made so much money off of dummies, off of dummies (Yeah, gang)

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
I’m mister body catcher, Slaughter Gang soul snatcher
Ain’t no regular F-150, this a fuckin’ Raptor
No capper, street nigga, not a rapper
Chopper hit him and he turned into a booty clapper
Smith & Wesson, I’m 4L Gang reppin’
We done baptized morе niggas than the damn reverеnd (Yeah)
Kappa Alpha, me and my gang, we do all the steppin’
Who you checkin’? This FN shoot East to West End (Gang)

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[Verse 2: 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 shit and have these pussies droppin’ like some motherfuckin’ flies
Type of nigga that can’t look me in the eyes
I despise
When I see you, better put that fuckin’ pride to the side

Many times, plenty times, I survived
Beef is live, spoiler alert, this nigga dies

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Keep blickies, and you know the weed 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 sissies

[Verse 4: Drake]
I fuck with her, and fuck 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

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Drake]
Gang shit, that’s all I’m on (Yeah)
Gang shit, that’s all I’m on
Nigga, gang shit, that’s all I’m on
Gang shit, that’s all I’m on
Nigga, gang shit, that’s all I’m on
Gang shit, that’s all I’m on
Nigga, gang shit, that’s all I’m on
Gang shit, that’s all I’m on

[Verse 5: 21 Savage]
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

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