Cancion : Funk Paddle Artista : Sevin Album : Rather Die Than Deny Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-funk-paddle-de-sevin Knob on eleven really turnt up For real Knob on eleven baby turnt up It's really something or it's really nothin' Ain't no in between For real [Verse 1: Sevin] Ay I'm grinding like a pro skater Trying to get it now brodie no later I'm ready anytime I'm a Gold Stater Put in work with the homie call it co labor Ugh Rugged like an old razor From the block where they do not do no favors Get mad at the price cuz it won't waiver He mad at the ice he a cold hater Beat knocking like a old cater I do my thing in the ring... Joe Frazier I used to keep a broad on my rotator Now I look to God He my soul's Savior That young nigga's saved, paid and he fly OG gets the call I'm just standing by Purple blood runs deep through my family tie The dude he go Stewie he a Family Guy Is the game hard to handle like a chopstick Nah nah it's really nothing when you got grip Peanut butter in the cockpit Turn the beat up Then we turn the heat up til the pot stick [Hook: Sevin] Knob on eleven really turnt up Ride slow on the city let the trunk rattle Knob on eleven baby turnt up Beat knock let it hit you with the funk paddle [Verse 2: Sevin Duce] Old school big body whale Earthquake and the trunk slide like a snail Follow my trail Grinding without that rail Always on the go that's outgoing mail Alpha male never tuck my tail Saved by God never saved by the bell Opposite of frail Turtle shell team W We don't do the L One time no redo You a real one me too Game locked got the key too Beat knock funky seafood While I ride wet.. sea dew I'm in the coupe like my mane 'Bron No roof mean the brain gone And the guts no cut it came raw What we do Really turn it up Chainsaw [Hook: Sevin] Knob on eleven really turnt up Ride slow on the city let the trunk rattle Knob on eleven baby turnt up Beat knock let it hit you with the funk paddle [Verse 3: Sevin] Yeah forever mobbing For real I get it in how I get it out And we was in the wind you was in the drought For the Lord I did cool And I did without You ain't gonna play it by the rule Nigga sit it out Yeah Bring the Gospel to the whole nation Whole squad full felonies and probation Tearing down the roof is my vocation Anybody want the truth drop your location Yeah And we gon' wiggle out and pull up Demons ain't safe when we glide Yuh Ay The funk paddle beat your skull up They say it's too much bass in the ride Yeah I really met God rellie vis-a-vie I paid him credit for the MOB like a visa fee I'm on a whole different frequency To the point if you met real You would tell him that he keeps it me [Hook: Sevin] Knob on eleven really turnt up Ride slow on the city let the trunk rattle Knob on eleven baby turnt up Beat knock let it hit you with the funk paddle ========================== Letra descargada de Letras10.co ==========================