Christian Li - He Knockin Lyrics

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Knock knock, bitch, he knockin' like a 808 drum
Turn that Christian Le on and let that 808 bump
Off Azul high as f*ck, I ain't even ate
None
He asked if the dick his and I don't even say none
I might look him in his face and lie might even play dumb
Get him home, clothes off, I might even play drunk
Learned it all from the streets, got it from my great unk
When my shit come on the radio, none of these niggas passin' it
Rollin' 35, blowin' clouds and then I'm passin it
I be on the road, private trips up in the
Vatican
Glock on me, make him stand still like a mannequin
He tell me that I make him feel good, I'm his medicine
I'm a handsome nigga, I'm a ten and that's evident
Face card never don't decline, that's the evidence
Niggas askin' why he want me say that I'm his preference
Bougie hood nigga, big dick with the elegance
Submissive in the crib
Only time that I'm delicate,
All big shit round here like a elephant
He gon' make shit shake, don't get shot like a gelatin
Designer in my closet, but I got a couple skeletons
And that's facts though, I'm spittin' heat, but I ain't met a match though
Sixteen when I let him in the back door
Still love him but for damn sure don't want him back though
Still gotta text him every blue moon just to let go
Niggas hear my music and they be like, I'm on that flow
If I ex a nigga, then they be like, I want that hoe
I just need security and green like a gecko, gecko
Knock knock, bitch, he knockin' like a 808 drum
Turn that Christian Lee on and let that 808 bump
Off of Azul, highest f*ck, I ain't even ate none
He asked if the dick his and I don't even say none
I might look him in his face and lie I might even play dumb
Get him home, clothes off, I might even play drunk
Learned it all from the streets, got it from my great unc
When my shit come on the radio, none of you niggas passing me
Five years in, no hits, niggas should tap out
Put me in coach and tell these niggas to sit back down
I took a little break from the game, but I'm back now
I don't wanna hear shit from no niggas in the background
I'm eatin' niggas, but I ain't dieting
These some little fish inside the pan I been fryin in
Poochy sheets I'm lyin' in, pussy niggas keep tryin' it
Claiming that they tops, bottom line, I ain't buyin' it
You keep postin' your songs up on the gram why they ain't buyin' it
Bitches young, but rappin' my old shit like a vinyl
Tried to school niggas, but yet they failing they finals
So I'm never worried about em' or who's behind em', uh
Don't let my engineer drop me another 808
I get to trippin' in this bitch it's like a change of state
He got his feet all in my business, ain't got no stable place
I gotta count up all this cash, bitch, I need table space
I could never f*ck with you or none of your stable mates
I would never eat from your crib, you can keep them paper plates
I be on the move, makin' plays that I make day to day
I been on my grind since young Jock and Bathing Ape
If you wasn't always movin' funny, then your pay be straight
I don't give a f*ck if I'm on foot, I'm on a paper chase
These niggas is alchis, drive more boats then a naval base
Like these niggas up and slap them straight, they better not make a face
Knock knock, bitch, he knockin' like a 808 drum
Turn that Christian Lee on and let that 808 bump
Off of Azul, highest f*ck, I ain't even ate none
He asked if the dick his and I don't even say none
I might look him in his face and lie I might even play dumb
Get him home, clothes off, I might even play drunk
Learned it all from the streets, got it from my great unc
When my shit come on the radio, none of you niggas passing me
None of you niggas passin' me
And that's just period