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Hands & Knees Video (MV)




Performed By: Csre
Language: English
Length: 2:15
Written by: Caleb Elam




Csre - Hands & Knees Lyrics




Gang, gang crew my shit, man, gang my honor and shit, man, you already know we be around, man
Can't ride with these niggas, man, you already know what we talkin' bout, man
Pimp, niggas can't f*ck with us on they best day, you already know how them niggas be, man
Aye, bam and a bitch, back, put a bitch down, put a bitch down, put a bitch down

If that's your hoe, she been gettin hit, on her hands and knees just to eat up the dick
Man, if she ain't with you, where the f*ck you think she at
I went to Mac and spent a Fenty price, turned her to a brat
All I need is three seconds when I put her on that mat
Was that nigga foe she heard me, she didn't know that boy had rap
It's a campfire, gang, throw the wood, pass the match
We ain't worried about the shit he on, we gon' get it back

Aye, bitch, this superior, I buy the S-Class
Commercial ain't like private, we don't got a check bags
I roll the wood, before I hit the flight, the boy was jet lagged
Just understand, you might take your life if you go band for band
His hoe, on my line, she just hit the handstand
I play her with them vibes like American Bandstand
She say, Cs, it's hard to f*ck with you, you a bad man
You wouldn't even f*ck with the boy if he even had bands
Bitch, I'm the man now
Went from Mr. Put Your Hands Up to Throw Them Bands Out
I know that I'm a standout
Ain't nothing like your man, you f*cking with the big dog
If your hoe in my way, gang, get her picked off
Man this drip from my walk, I can't even spill sauce
Aye, your pack ain't out of state, you wonder why you still cough
Baby, this is how you wear Chanel now
I turn you into a diva
My hoe don't fight hoes, nothing like your people

If that's your hoe, she been getting heat
On her hands and knees just to eat up the dick
Man, if she ain't with you, where the f*ck you think she at
I went to Mac and spent a fancy price, turned her to a brat
All I need is three seconds, I'ma put her on that Mat
I was that nigga foe she heard me, she ain't know the boy Corral
It's a campfire, gang
We got woods, throw the match, get a four, throw it back
If a bitch gon' come with that

I'm in the field with my head down like a running back
You can't be mad about that bitch, gang thought you was done with that
I'm slurring out these words, I call it my pimp juice
It's a big move, put it on the way I get two

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Gang, gang crew my shit, man, gang my honor and shit, man, you already know we be around, man
Can't ride with these niggas, man, you already know what we talkin' bout, man
Pimp, niggas can't f*ck with us on they best day, you already know how them niggas be, man
Aye, bam and a bitch, back, put a bitch down, put a bitch down, put a bitch down

If that's your hoe, she been gettin hit, on her hands and knees just to eat up the dick
Man, if she ain't with you, where the f*ck you think she at
I went to Mac and spent a Fenty price, turned her to a brat
All I need is three seconds when I put her on that mat
Was that nigga foe she heard me, she didn't know that boy had rap
It's a campfire, gang, throw the wood, pass the match
We ain't worried about the shit he on, we gon' get it back

Aye, bitch, this superior, I buy the S-Class
Commercial ain't like private, we don't got a check bags
I roll the wood, before I hit the flight, the boy was jet lagged
Just understand, you might take your life if you go band for band
His hoe, on my line, she just hit the handstand
I play her with them vibes like American Bandstand
She say, Cs, it's hard to f*ck with you, you a bad man
You wouldn't even f*ck with the boy if he even had bands
Bitch, I'm the man now
Went from Mr. Put Your Hands Up to Throw Them Bands Out
I know that I'm a standout
Ain't nothing like your man, you f*cking with the big dog
If your hoe in my way, gang, get her picked off
Man this drip from my walk, I can't even spill sauce
Aye, your pack ain't out of state, you wonder why you still cough
Baby, this is how you wear Chanel now
I turn you into a diva
My hoe don't fight hoes, nothing like your people

If that's your hoe, she been getting heat
On her hands and knees just to eat up the dick
Man, if she ain't with you, where the f*ck you think she at
I went to Mac and spent a fancy price, turned her to a brat
All I need is three seconds, I'ma put her on that Mat
I was that nigga foe she heard me, she ain't know the boy Corral
It's a campfire, gang
We got woods, throw the match, get a four, throw it back
If a bitch gon' come with that

I'm in the field with my head down like a running back
You can't be mad about that bitch, gang thought you was done with that
I'm slurring out these words, I call it my pimp juice
It's a big move, put it on the way I get two

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Writer: Caleb Elam
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