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Chase Christian - Knicks Lyrics



Chase Christian - Knicks Lyrics




Smash that shit Tatta
Based-1, Based-1

Yeah
Huh
Huh
Huh

Shopping spree in New York yeah I ball out like the Knicks
Forgot how to miss everything I shoot a swish
Can't decide which kicks the Miharas or the Ricks
Wake up put on fits you know I could take your bitch

Jet just hit the air
Duffel full of hundreds
If you ain't getting money nigga you ain't getting nothing
I'm gone run the score up tell coach I don't need no subbing
If a nigga try and f*ck up my shot he get cooked like an oven

All about my cheese but I could never be no rat
I just got some new Margielas suede all on my gats
My bitch got on a Prada fit from her shoes to the hat
And she got some ass up on her when she walk it clap

Too much swag for you niggas, might surf on your hoe
Your hoe wanna turn up she come over and she get throwed
You niggas be jealous of me I can't help I'm cold
All up in your feelings you gone have to let it go

Shopping spree in New York yeah I ball out like the Knicks
Forgot how to miss everything I shoot a swish
Can't decide which kicks the Miharas or the Ricks
Wake up put on fits you know I could take your bitch

Phone just starting ringing, it's money on the line
If you ain't talking 'bout no money please don't waste my time
These niggas ain't really popping when they go home they cry
Their spotlight ain't last that long that shit was like a vine

I been making plays and I ain't break a sweat
I'm in SoHo f*cking shit up cause I keep getting checks
Walk out Neiman Marcus copped new shit I'm dripping wet
We can go band for band any day of the week and that's a bet

Let me swag on these niggas
Boutta spazz on these niggas
I'mma pull up flex real quick then I'mma laugh at these niggas
Let me swag on these niggas
Boutta spazz on these niggas
I'mma pull up flex real quick then hit the dash on these niggas

Shopping spree in New York yeah I ball out like the Knicks
Forgot how to miss everything I shoot a swish
Can't decide which kicks the Miharas or the Ricks
Wake up put on fits you know I could take your bitch

Huh
Hit my fadeaway like Brunson
Got this bitch it's jumping

Hit my fadeaway like Brunson
You niggas ain't stopping nothing

Yeah
Yeah
Huh
Yeah
Yeah
Huh
Yeah
Yeah
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
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Smash that shit Tatta
Based-1, Based-1

Yeah
Huh
Huh
Huh

Shopping spree in New York yeah I ball out like the Knicks
Forgot how to miss everything I shoot a swish
Can't decide which kicks the Miharas or the Ricks
Wake up put on fits you know I could take your bitch

Jet just hit the air
Duffel full of hundreds
If you ain't getting money nigga you ain't getting nothing
I'm gone run the score up tell coach I don't need no subbing
If a nigga try and f*ck up my shot he get cooked like an oven

All about my cheese but I could never be no rat
I just got some new Margielas suede all on my gats
My bitch got on a Prada fit from her shoes to the hat
And she got some ass up on her when she walk it clap

Too much swag for you niggas, might surf on your hoe
Your hoe wanna turn up she come over and she get throwed
You niggas be jealous of me I can't help I'm cold
All up in your feelings you gone have to let it go

Shopping spree in New York yeah I ball out like the Knicks
Forgot how to miss everything I shoot a swish
Can't decide which kicks the Miharas or the Ricks
Wake up put on fits you know I could take your bitch

Phone just starting ringing, it's money on the line
If you ain't talking 'bout no money please don't waste my time
These niggas ain't really popping when they go home they cry
Their spotlight ain't last that long that shit was like a vine

I been making plays and I ain't break a sweat
I'm in SoHo f*cking shit up cause I keep getting checks
Walk out Neiman Marcus copped new shit I'm dripping wet
We can go band for band any day of the week and that's a bet

Let me swag on these niggas
Boutta spazz on these niggas
I'mma pull up flex real quick then I'mma laugh at these niggas
Let me swag on these niggas
Boutta spazz on these niggas
I'mma pull up flex real quick then hit the dash on these niggas

Shopping spree in New York yeah I ball out like the Knicks
Forgot how to miss everything I shoot a swish
Can't decide which kicks the Miharas or the Ricks
Wake up put on fits you know I could take your bitch

Huh
Hit my fadeaway like Brunson
Got this bitch it's jumping

Hit my fadeaway like Brunson
You niggas ain't stopping nothing

Yeah
Yeah
Huh
Yeah
Yeah
Huh
Yeah
Yeah
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
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Writer: Elijah Smith
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Performed By: Chase Christian
Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: Elijah Smith

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