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Will Smith Boy You Knock Me Out

Boy, you knock me out Can't hold it, I can't fight it Want you and I can't deny it It's all about the things you do Boy, you knock me out [tatyana] Can

when I'm clubbin it Fake ID for the fuck of it I'm just a school boy, somewhat new boy If you can't get Nelly you'a settle for who boy? Two toy carrier

up, turn it up The headphones, turn it up Yo, you hear me? (Yeah, whut up Toney?) W'sup Don' Don' (All the way up) You know how we do (Let's get this paper together) You

up, turn it up The headphones, turn it up Yo, you hear me? (Yeah, whut up Toney?) W'sup Don' Don' (All the way up) You know how we do (Let's get this paper together) You

you never had no buiness, so save the drama jerk, niggaz straight kill me knowin that they pranksters, this is going out to you studio gangsters,see

knock life, I wear a hard knock vest Wanna give me a hard knock test I have your little kids screamin I'm so hard that after me You need a will smith

knock life, I wear a hard knock vest Wanna give me a hard knock test I have your little kids screamin I'm so hard that after me You need a Will Smith

Frontin' and I'll clap your ass and leave you for dead son Niggas who know me, know how I get down, I'm fresh out the pound Fuck wit dogs you ain't familiar

and guns and then you fagots gonna off me I'm sure you know the deal that my nine can box I knock punks out quick like Evader Holy field More rhymes