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Knick Knack Video (MV)




Performed By: Kurst
Length: 3:05
Written by: Jeff Lloyd




Kurst - Knick Knack Lyrics
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Girl you talk a lot, you taking up my time
I got money on my mind, and you ain't even a dime
Try to take a shot you gone miss me nine times
I ain't fifty, but I'm tipsy, I be sipping fine wine
I been feelin' good, from this f*cking back wood
Don't f*ck up my vibes, wish a motherf*cker would
Head under my hood, Mr. Misunderstood
I ain't got a lot of trust, I'm just difficult to love
I'm riding solo unlike a cholo, more like a hobo
If that hobo had some some dough though
And a whip so He could go home
My days are sunny no bono, I like to study moguls
I'm talking money, I say cheese a lot but f*ck your photo
I'm meeting quotas, eating rappers while they eating donuts
And I don't candy coat it, never never be a motive
I feel unstoppable like I just swallowed three coronas
I'm just trying to grow though so there's nothing I ain't keeping note of
Knick knack paddy wack, give the dog a bone
I'm a get that baddie back, that took me out the phone
Cut the chit chat, daddy has somewhere he should go
Make that shit clap, make it fast, I got to hit the road
Knick knack paddy wack, give the dog a bone
I'm a get that baddie back, that took me out the phone
Cut the chit chat, daddy has somewhere he should go
Make that shit clap, make it fast, I got to hit the road
I got to hit the road, I'm always on the go
I keep my shit on silent, don't be calling up my phone
Unless you got a proposition, that could my pockets thicken
Clock is ticking, body will be rotten from decomposition
I got no competition, that's a f*ckin contradiction
I ain't have a pot to piss in, plot just twisted
Mommas getting what the f*ck she wants for Christmas
I can knock it off the wish list, never been a rich kid
Never wished that I was brought up different
Now watch me come up winning
After everything I been in
Starving like I'm Marvin
From the humblest beginnings
You were Cuddled in your comfy linens
While my daddy was in prison
You were taught to be dependent
I was taught that nothings given
One day I'm a cop a crib that
I could put my mom and kids in
You'll be sick of sitting in the basement
While your momma's bitching
Wondering why you got no bitches
You ain't even got a job
You'll never fit the job description
Not to mention, women only want commitment
Modest man that makes an honest living
Not a man you got to split with
When you get the lobster shrimp dish
She would rather someone with a limp dick
Who is just a bit distinguished
She don't wanna be with you on some mom and kid shit
Knick knack paddy wack, give the dog a bone
I'm a get that baddie back, that took me out the phone
Cut the chit chat, daddy has somewhere he should go
Make that shit clap, make it fast, I got to hit the road
Knick knack paddy wack, give the dog a bone
Ima get that baddie back, that took me out the phone
Cut the chit chat, daddy has somewhere he should go
Make that shit clap, make it fast, I got to hit the road
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Girl you talk a lot, you taking up my time
I got money on my mind, and you ain't even a dime
Try to take a shot you gone miss me nine times
I ain't fifty, but I'm tipsy, I be sipping fine wine
I been feelin' good, from this f*cking back wood
Don't f*ck up my vibes, wish a motherf*cker would
Head under my hood, Mr. Misunderstood
I ain't got a lot of trust, I'm just difficult to love
I'm riding solo unlike a cholo, more like a hobo
If that hobo had some some dough though
And a whip so He could go home
My days are sunny no bono, I like to study moguls
I'm talking money, I say cheese a lot but f*ck your photo
I'm meeting quotas, eating rappers while they eating donuts
And I don't candy coat it, never never be a motive
I feel unstoppable like I just swallowed three coronas
I'm just trying to grow though so there's nothing I ain't keeping note of
Knick knack paddy wack, give the dog a bone
I'm a get that baddie back, that took me out the phone
Cut the chit chat, daddy has somewhere he should go
Make that shit clap, make it fast, I got to hit the road
Knick knack paddy wack, give the dog a bone
I'm a get that baddie back, that took me out the phone
Cut the chit chat, daddy has somewhere he should go
Make that shit clap, make it fast, I got to hit the road
I got to hit the road, I'm always on the go
I keep my shit on silent, don't be calling up my phone
Unless you got a proposition, that could my pockets thicken
Clock is ticking, body will be rotten from decomposition
I got no competition, that's a f*ckin contradiction
I ain't have a pot to piss in, plot just twisted
Mommas getting what the f*ck she wants for Christmas
I can knock it off the wish list, never been a rich kid
Never wished that I was brought up different
Now watch me come up winning
After everything I been in
Starving like I'm Marvin
From the humblest beginnings
You were Cuddled in your comfy linens
While my daddy was in prison
You were taught to be dependent
I was taught that nothings given
One day I'm a cop a crib that
I could put my mom and kids in
You'll be sick of sitting in the basement
While your momma's bitching
Wondering why you got no bitches
You ain't even got a job
You'll never fit the job description
Not to mention, women only want commitment
Modest man that makes an honest living
Not a man you got to split with
When you get the lobster shrimp dish
She would rather someone with a limp dick
Who is just a bit distinguished
She don't wanna be with you on some mom and kid shit
Knick knack paddy wack, give the dog a bone
I'm a get that baddie back, that took me out the phone
Cut the chit chat, daddy has somewhere he should go
Make that shit clap, make it fast, I got to hit the road
Knick knack paddy wack, give the dog a bone
Ima get that baddie back, that took me out the phone
Cut the chit chat, daddy has somewhere he should go
Make that shit clap, make it fast, I got to hit the road
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Writer: Jeff Lloyd
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