Knife Talk Chords by Drake

[Chorus]
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I gotta feed the streets my pistol gon' bleed the streets
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Ski mask on my face sometimes you got to cheat
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To stay ahead in this bitchard drank syrup like it's liquor
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Street life'll have you catchin' up to God quicker
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Sticker AKminus forty to your liver
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Let the chopper bang on you like a Blood or a Cripper
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Flipper so much bread I'm a gymnast
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Made so much money off of dummies off of dummies
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I'm ■   mister body catcher Slaughter Gang soul snatcher


[Verse]
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Ain't no regular Fminus one hundred and fifty this a fuckin' Raptor
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No capper street nigga not a rapper
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Chopper hit him and he turned into a booty clapper
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Smith & Wesson I'm fourL Gang reppin'
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We done baptized more niggas than the damn reverend
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Kappa Alpha me and my gang we do all the steppin'
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Who you checkin' This FN shoot East to West End ■  
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Yeah I heard Papi outside
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And he got the doubleR droppy outside
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Checked the weather and it's gettin' real oppy outside
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I'ma drop this shit and have these pussies droppin' like some motherfuckin' flies
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Type of nigga that can't look me in the eyes
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I despise
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When I see you better put that fuckin' pride to the side
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Many times plenty times I survived
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Beef is live spoiler alert this nigga dies
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Keep blickies and you know the weed sticky
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My finger itchy the Glock like to leave hickeys
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Your shooters iffy a street punk could never diss me
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I come straight up out the six and we don't spare sixties
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I fuck with her and fuck with her and her
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I hit up err and tell him do the err for sure
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Voodoo curse it got him while I flew to Turks
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Know the dogs had to hit them where we knew it hurts


[Chorus]
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Gang shit that's all I'm on
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Gang shit that's all I'm on
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Nigga gang shit that's all I'm on
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Gang shit that's all I'm on
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Nigga gang shit that's all I'm on
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Gang shit that's all I'm on
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Nigga gang shit that's all I'm on
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Gang shit that's all I'm on
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Let it bang bang let it bang bang
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'til his brains hang and his mama sang


[Verse]
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And the pastor sang and them bullets sang
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And them choppers sang and the choir sang
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I'm on everything
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Jacob charged me four hundred and fifty for a tennis chain
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Us Open had it on us at the tennis game
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Tell the coach don't take me out I like to finish games
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And my pen insane and my men insane
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There's like eighty of us now that's the scary thing
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Shit they doin' on that other side embarrassing
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We in Paris with it hundred carats with it
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All this shit is for my son 'cause he's inheritin' it


[Chorus]
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If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you
          
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Gang shit that's all I'm on
                           
Gang shit that's all I'm on
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Nigga gang shit that's all I'm on
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Gang shit that's all I'm on
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Nigga gang shit that's all I'm on
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Gang shit that's all I'm on
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Nigga gang shit that's all I'm on
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Gang shit that's all I'm on yeah


[Outro]
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