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Porsches (Kneck) Video (MV)




Performed By: Tyson S.T
Length: 3:38
Written by: Thabiso Moya




Tyson S.T - Porsches (Kneck) Lyrics




Need some low self esteem doors Before any award
Silver porches, Either or...
Both level feet never seen floors
Tinted windows,champagne glass waters
Willow-willow, trap pretty like chords
Open window, wave hi from the quarters
Winning-winning during ever each quarter
Phone lawyer to record us
Need some low self esteem doors Before any award
Silver porches, Either or...
Both level feet never seen floors
Tinted windows,champagne glass waters
Willow-willow, trap pretty like chords
Open window, wave hi from the quarters
Winning-winning during ever each quarter
Phone lawyer to record us

Double back to my set, Said f*ck who double check
She want love and the sex
I want nothing but kneck
I want nothing but kneck
I want nothing but kneck
I want all my respect
I want nothing but neck
Yea, yea, yea

Look at you and look at you and look at you nigga
Running through your city getting comfortable nigga
I got this flow until im 42 and then i deliver
Another big-big slap into the surface then get up, Woah!
Always rep my set,check the settings
Yall set tripping,My sets different
They brought me sets of woman in this setting to sex with em, Yall fake!
Jaded, not drake
Faded, no skates
Hate away...
Had my name popping back when casey had that song coming with drake
But my records never popped and that song never came
And im dying for my thoughts, let a bitch live till the day
I have to flip another car until we walking out it safe, Ah
We don't really deal with depression
We just overstock the liver with some unholy beverage
We just go and see our niggas, we just body bag the section
We just known to just deliver, Get the package that im sending

Count the money up, let's talk numbers
The industry can't touch us, the popular don't love us Too
More moves with few niggas, No crews no groups nigga
Big things with the family
I don't question who with us, Park the whip
Park the whip Side ways nigga, Pull to the party with Sade, nigga
Run it back, Run it back Cop car nigga
Blow a grand, no one getting locked up nigga
John cena drugs you can't see that shit
School bag with a gun, fifteen and shit
Midrand, big house, saw things get flipped
So much white girl moved I thought a boy band split
Im talking homies that was slanging an dancing as club goers
Promoting my raps and the product with no posters
Finished up my tape and I started my life over
If you want the rest of this verse, I want a lawyer
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Need some low self esteem doors Before any award
Silver porches, Either or...
Both level feet never seen floors
Tinted windows,champagne glass waters
Willow-willow, trap pretty like chords
Open window, wave hi from the quarters
Winning-winning during ever each quarter
Phone lawyer to record us
Need some low self esteem doors Before any award
Silver porches, Either or...
Both level feet never seen floors
Tinted windows,champagne glass waters
Willow-willow, trap pretty like chords
Open window, wave hi from the quarters
Winning-winning during ever each quarter
Phone lawyer to record us

Double back to my set, Said f*ck who double check
She want love and the sex
I want nothing but kneck
I want nothing but kneck
I want nothing but kneck
I want all my respect
I want nothing but neck
Yea, yea, yea

Look at you and look at you and look at you nigga
Running through your city getting comfortable nigga
I got this flow until im 42 and then i deliver
Another big-big slap into the surface then get up, Woah!
Always rep my set,check the settings
Yall set tripping,My sets different
They brought me sets of woman in this setting to sex with em, Yall fake!
Jaded, not drake
Faded, no skates
Hate away...
Had my name popping back when casey had that song coming with drake
But my records never popped and that song never came
And im dying for my thoughts, let a bitch live till the day
I have to flip another car until we walking out it safe, Ah
We don't really deal with depression
We just overstock the liver with some unholy beverage
We just go and see our niggas, we just body bag the section
We just known to just deliver, Get the package that im sending

Count the money up, let's talk numbers
The industry can't touch us, the popular don't love us Too
More moves with few niggas, No crews no groups nigga
Big things with the family
I don't question who with us, Park the whip
Park the whip Side ways nigga, Pull to the party with Sade, nigga
Run it back, Run it back Cop car nigga
Blow a grand, no one getting locked up nigga
John cena drugs you can't see that shit
School bag with a gun, fifteen and shit
Midrand, big house, saw things get flipped
So much white girl moved I thought a boy band split
Im talking homies that was slanging an dancing as club goers
Promoting my raps and the product with no posters
Finished up my tape and I started my life over
If you want the rest of this verse, I want a lawyer
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Writer: Thabiso Moya
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