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If they see that boy then they're chasing him down
Better not make a sound
Better not say a sentence
If he wants things not to go south
Someone gotta knock 'em out
Yeah, knock 'em down
Aim for the heart that's a love lockdown
Wait what's that sound?
It's me and the slayers we up in your town
Up in your town, up in your city, yeah no doubt
He in D.C. with the dons but he gotta reroute

Why you doing everyone else's job, bruh just do yours
I know you tryna' get up in the boards
Uppin' the score, like damn
John Green, might crash the course, like damn
Twin got the red dot, morse, like damn
Still gotta do my chores, like damn
Damn, sleep with one eye like Sans
I keep my hands in my pants
I do not care 'bout your mans

If they see that boy then they're chasing him down
Better not make a sound
Better not say a sentence
If he wants things not to go south
Someone gotta knock 'em out
Yeah, knock 'em down
Aim for the heart that's a love lockdown
Wait what's that sound?
It's me and the slayers we up in your town
Up in your town, up in your city, yeah no doubt
He in D.C. with the dons but he gotta reroute



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Writer(s): Roberto Malave
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