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YG - KNOCKA (Official Music Video)
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出演艺人
YG
YG
演唱
作曲和作词
Larry James Sanders II
Larry James Sanders II
词曲作者
Lashawn Marshall
Lashawn Marshall
词曲作者
Danilo Kozlov
Danilo Kozlov
词曲作者
Justinano Orquera
Justinano Orquera
词曲作者
Juan Antonio Maestri
Juan Antonio Maestri
词曲作者
Rubén Horacio Lotes
Rubén Horacio Lotes
词曲作者
制作和工程
LarryJayy
LarryJayy
制作人
DJ Vision
DJ Vision
制作人
KayKay
KayKay
制作人
Mixed By Daniel
Mixed By Daniel
录音工程师
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
混音工程师
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
混音工程师
Brandon Blatz
Brandon Blatz
助理混音工程师
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
录音工程师
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
助理母带工程师

歌詞

4Hunnid Uh-oh This shit is a knocker, a bopper, a knocker, like choppers The boppers, they love me, they show up, give topper The Benjis, the Benzos, the reason I gotta Then cha-cha, we slid, the reason we got ya The oppers, the coppers get no love, get nada The block'll get hotter and hotter and hotter It's in me, so they envy, try reachin' for the watch-a The Glock'll go "blakka", go "blakka", and "blakka" I do this, it's nada, I hit your baby mama Suckin' them titties like a baby, give me baba I'm fuckin' on a Iggy, was fuckin' on a Lala My new bitch give me throat, I call her Lady Gaga My roster don't let me get messy, like pasta The movies, I made 'em with bitches, need Oscars The Gucci, the Louis, the Fendi, the Prada The Saint, the runners and Balenciagas The money buy plenty, the pennies, the dollars The nickels, the dimes came straight from the bottoms The bottom, the bottom, but the top is where they spot 'em And when you on the top, all the boppers let you dot 'em Her daddy went home, now lil' daddy got her Slut her out proper like NLE Choppa Got shotters on shotters on shotters on shotters Wipe a nigga nose like, "Nigga, clean that snot up" This shit is a knocker, a bopper, a knocker, like choppers The boppers, they love me, they show up, give topper The Benjis, the Benzos, the reason I gotta Then cha-cha, we slid, the reason we got ya The oppers, the coppers get no love, get nada The block'll get hotter and hotter and hotter It's in me, so they envy, try reachin' for the watch-a The Glock'll go "blakka", go "blakka", and "blakka" See, no singin', it's an opera, bank on Big Poppa I don't trust a soul, once you sleep, I gotta watch you Ayy, when you tie me, do it sloppy when I'm tied up If you a loyal bitch, I get you gifts, yeah, I got you She tryna hit a nae nae, I'm tryna hear the ah-ah These hoes thirsty for a nigga, they need wawa Good pussy, when you inside, it feel like lava Good morning, woke up to a check, I feel like "haha" Gettin' cheese enchiladas, the Glock came with lobsters Chill, 'fore you niggas shellfish and hit your block up Boy, get your stock up, 'kay, get your knot up I heard bitch around the name, that's how you know it ain't about us Left her wet, mop up, let them legs lock up In a rich nigga mansion where that good head got you 4Hunnid 'til they stop us, but who gon' stop us? Stop us, stop us, who, us? Not us This shit is a knocker, a bopper, a knocker, like choppers The boppers, they love me, they show up, give topper The Benjis, the Benzos, the reason I gotta Then cha-cha, we slid, the reason we got ya The oppers, the coppers get no love, get nada The block'll get hotter and hotter and hotter It's in me, so they envy, try reachin' for the watch-a The Glock'll go "blakka", go "blakka", and "blakka"
Writer(s): Danilo Kozlov, Juan Antonio Maestri, Justinano Orquera, Larry James Sanders Ii, Lashawn Marshall, Ruben Horacio Lotes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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