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claptownrecords - clap town records lyrics

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ain’t no n*gga hot like me, boy you know i’m pushing p you pushing p, got a draco if he think he pusha t, i’m mj these lil n*ggas be my son like jimmy butler, caught a backend to that cheese lil n*gga tmoe jay cutler, you know i’m balling hard lil b*tch i’m kd at the rucker . i can’t f*ck a b*tch no more, her p*ssy good, her head bogus, look at my neck, they diamond baguettes, this a hood trophy, what the heck, you claiming the set, boy i don’t know you, why the f*ck you play with me, now yo ass on mtv, i don’t
give a f*ck bout shorty, left his goofy ass on e, what you trying to get, some shrooms

i’ll charge you high, i get it cheap, trying to make some sh*t boom, so if i do, i slide
with keese, i like popping out at noon, i heard the freaks come out to eat, the last n*gga
played with me, got his ass put to sleep, i’ma hit you, you, you, you, you, and whoever
be, police come asking them questions, i don’t know it wasn’t me, my momma say i’m crazy

as h*ll, i need to see a therapist , b*tch, one thing you can say about me, is that i ain’t ah
embarrassment, baby i can’t give you my heart, because you ain’t gonna cherish it, i been
filling up the safe, so my kids can inherit it, yeah, i say all my life, f*cking bad
hoes, lo just took me to the mall to buy some clothes, clap town records, acting like

that you don’t know, walk his dumb ass down, and this ain’t even my pole, these n*ggas
they be talking crazy as h*ll, we know they hoes, walk him down, why they keep talking
ain’t never score, tired of n*ggas putting on these clothes, these taxes must hit, bro
yea buckz you talk to me much, and when you hit the block, gotta sn*tch a soul

grim reaper, how the way you talk, i’ma just let them know, yeah, i’m tired of saying
buckz, so i’m gonna switch up on my flows, that’s yo b*tch, but, she my hoe, h*ll
yeah, she like designer clothes, i can’t take her to the store, cause i ain’t got no bank
roll bank roll, me and lo the type a n*gga, f*ck the same hoes, every time we see a goofy n*gga

you know it’s a go, took a n*gga for his gen five, left him in the snow, n*ggas
hoes, like why they talking crazy like thats, the sh*t, i say, i took a n*gga on the l!ck
and made him drop me off, he got mad about a bl!ck, i told that f*ckboy, knock it off
you in the burbs just playing soft, you acting hard, but really soft, and them lil
tweets that you made on ig, boy, jus play it off, on my brother, i say all my life, i been f*cking
bad hoes, gotta go to chase bank, right before the bank close, had to cut my homie
off, he ain’t stick to the code, i’ma still be the same, even if i’m rich and broke, say
she want me, this b*tch bap, claptown records, don’t get clapped, arp

louie bag, b*tch, i’m out and about, if he don’t pay what he owe, send them k!llers to
his house, mop where you from, i’m from the south, he got shot in his sh*t, he ain’t watch his
mouth, i say all my life, i had to go and take a chance, type to kick the door down
if they ain’t trying to let me in, kicking sh*t like how wassabi, it’s a movie, jackie

chan, he got hit up with a switch, but he died from a 10, lights, camera, action, they
like, here we go again, hit his ass shoosh, but he died from a 10, lights, camera, action they like, here we go again

- clap town records lyrics

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