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Loss Video (MV)




Performed By: KnotDe3
Language: English
Length: 2:36
Written by: Christopher Carter, Dean Richardson




KnotDe3 - Loss Lyrics




You tryna play me like I'm dumb, I see through everything
Ridin' round the city with this chopper, might just let it rain
I skirt off in a GLE, I'm cuttin' up through every lane
Say she got a lot that's on her mind, I told her, give me brain

Got a blick that's on my hip, it's for the niggas, out to get me
Yo ass was young and turnt, I was a trapping out the city
Got the killers rollin' with me, nigga, I don't need security
I been talkin' my shit, but now I'm rich, so now they hearin' me

I know that love is fake, yeah, that's why I bought that drac
I'm surrounded by real niggas, if you shinin', they won't hate
Havin' bitches out the country, havin' bitches out the state
This shit come from out the mud, you know how long I had to wait

All day, nigga, all night, I leave this world today, I know my family all right
Your ho be chokin' on this dick like it went down the wrong pipe
This ain't no De3, I play it like we cool, but it's on sight
You better not say a word, nigga, swear he hard, he from the burbs

If that nigga tweet, I send a bird, I better not catch him lackin' on that curve
He gon' get what he deserve, if I shoot, I'm not gon' miss
Put some diamonds on my wrist, if she hold it down, f*ck it, I'll put ice all on this bitch
Take my clothes down to the tailor, I know she gon' make it swift

I sit down and count these racks up, While I'm smokin' on a spliff
Say she got a BBL and she gon' let me get behind her
She somethin' like a fairy with pink hair, I call her Wanda
I was trappin' out the old school caddy, I ain't have no Honda

Got this ho who call me daddy, she must think I want her mama
On the low, can't switch up on my gang and that's the code
I'm too solid, nigga, heart is filled with gold
Need some brand new tires to get bumpy on this road

My brodie in that jam, I promise he gon' make it home
You tryna play me like I'm dumb, I see through everything
Ridin' round this city with this chop, I might just let it rain
I skirt off in the GLE, I'm cuttin' up through every lane

Say she got a lot that's on her mind, I told her, give me brain
That nigga really sweet like candy, huh
Bitch gon' see these diamonds, now she quit to take them panties off
Knotted young niggas on the nawf, you say you hard

But niggas round you, claimin' that you soft
He told me up the score, but don't know he already lost
Woah, nigga, you already lost
Tell me up the score, nigga, you already lost
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You tryna play me like I'm dumb, I see through everything
Ridin' round the city with this chopper, might just let it rain
I skirt off in a GLE, I'm cuttin' up through every lane
Say she got a lot that's on her mind, I told her, give me brain

Got a blick that's on my hip, it's for the niggas, out to get me
Yo ass was young and turnt, I was a trapping out the city
Got the killers rollin' with me, nigga, I don't need security
I been talkin' my shit, but now I'm rich, so now they hearin' me

I know that love is fake, yeah, that's why I bought that drac
I'm surrounded by real niggas, if you shinin', they won't hate
Havin' bitches out the country, havin' bitches out the state
This shit come from out the mud, you know how long I had to wait

All day, nigga, all night, I leave this world today, I know my family all right
Your ho be chokin' on this dick like it went down the wrong pipe
This ain't no De3, I play it like we cool, but it's on sight
You better not say a word, nigga, swear he hard, he from the burbs

If that nigga tweet, I send a bird, I better not catch him lackin' on that curve
He gon' get what he deserve, if I shoot, I'm not gon' miss
Put some diamonds on my wrist, if she hold it down, f*ck it, I'll put ice all on this bitch
Take my clothes down to the tailor, I know she gon' make it swift

I sit down and count these racks up, While I'm smokin' on a spliff
Say she got a BBL and she gon' let me get behind her
She somethin' like a fairy with pink hair, I call her Wanda
I was trappin' out the old school caddy, I ain't have no Honda

Got this ho who call me daddy, she must think I want her mama
On the low, can't switch up on my gang and that's the code
I'm too solid, nigga, heart is filled with gold
Need some brand new tires to get bumpy on this road

My brodie in that jam, I promise he gon' make it home
You tryna play me like I'm dumb, I see through everything
Ridin' round this city with this chop, I might just let it rain
I skirt off in the GLE, I'm cuttin' up through every lane

Say she got a lot that's on her mind, I told her, give me brain
That nigga really sweet like candy, huh
Bitch gon' see these diamonds, now she quit to take them panties off
Knotted young niggas on the nawf, you say you hard

But niggas round you, claimin' that you soft
He told me up the score, but don't know he already lost
Woah, nigga, you already lost
Tell me up the score, nigga, you already lost
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Writer: Christopher Carter, Dean Richardson
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, O/B/O DistroKid

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