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no clue - 637godwin lyrics

[pre*chorus]
yeah, these n*ggas say, i’ll catch a foul, what do they know?
just tryna score a point in the end zone
break their net, with the rolex, that two*tone
mobbin’ with a thick b*tch, might be a redbone

[chorus]
vibing with the gang, smoking gas in the coupe
didn’t ask your opinion, n*gga who the f*ck are you?
wearing all white clux, no clue
had to drop her, she had no clue

[verse]
big bank, water whipping like a fish tank
gas in the mason and that sh*t stank
i’m feeling faded but that’s okay
at least my conscience won’t ruin my day
but i never have the money won’t tempt her
but she’ll still be a flake, pepper
i won’t chase no b*tch, i left her
haven’t talked since last december
pull up in the coupe, suicide doors
nah n*gga, imma eat till’ i’m full
feel like i got wings, call me red bull
they snakes in the grass, they unfaithful
[pre*chorus]
yeah, these n*ggas say, i’ll catch a foul, what do they know?
just tryna score a point in the end zone
break their net, with the rolex, that two*tone
mobbin’ with a thick b*tch, might be a redbone

[chorus]
vibing with the gang, smoking gas in the coupe
didn’t ask your opinion, n*gga who the f*ck are you?
wearing all white clux, no clue
had to drop her, she had no clue

[verse]
hand on my choppa, i’ll turn you to pasta linguini, yeah okay
n*ggas be hostile, i know that they just wanna be me, in my lane
yeah, i call the shots b*tch
shoot him with an optic
ratchet and clank, how i came with the rockets
you [?] how i came in the c*ckpit
keep all my secrets inside, then i lock it
run up, you done up, your ass gon’ get toast
like three blunts to the face, i’m comatose
your b*tch come back to my place, i do the most
baby girl, slide, give some time to me
baby girl, hear my voice
pulling up in a bugatti, rolls royce
orange f*cking finish, feeling like kids choice
after f*cking and sucking, she screaming my name
all you n*ggas on lame sh*t
me, my gang, we pop out like the news
you posting guns on the gram, you won’t use it
i might beat the p*ssy up, and abuse it
[pre*chorus]
yeah, these n*ggas say, i’ll catch a foul, what do they know?
just tryna score a point in the end zone
break their net, with the rolex, that two*tone
mobbin’ with a thick b*tch, might be a redbone

[chorus]
vibing with the gang, smoking gas in the coupe
didn’t ask your opinion, n*gga who the f*ck are you?
wearing all white clux, no clue
had to drop her, she had no clue

- 637godwin lyrics

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