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cheat code - cleo's trademark lyrics

[intro: a$ap rocky & tyler, the creator]
battle rap, new york n*gga sh*t, let’s go
bad b*tch in the coupe (uh*huh)
coochie the bomb (uh*huh)
hit my lawyer up, had a n*gga give me massage (ahhh)

[hook: cleo’s trademark]
sittin’ here just passin’ the time, not tryna pass up these rhymes
these b*tches don’t like to ride the cleø wave
chillin’ in the bach of the truck
last time i gave a few f*cks about these b*tches that f*ck with the three*oh games
makin’ all this money is easy, me and p keep it breezy
triple zerø, c p and e and k
she mentally f*cked, it’s alright
might go and pick a few fights
f*ck on yo b*tch, mighta found the cheat code (aye)
sittin’ here just passin’ the time, not tryna pass up these rhymes
these b*tches don’t like to ride the cleø wave
chillin’ in the bach of the truck
last time i gave a few f*cks about these b*tches that f*ck with the three*oh games

[verse: pseudodemonio]
lt all it’s missing is an “i” in the middle
yeah it’s me, ’cause you know i’m getting high just a little
sniper rifle in the bag with a drum mag and four clips
gas in the air, black lungs, tuberculosis
got a breeze in my hand and a cup in the truck
couple guns in the trunk and some weed, say “wassup”
dressed down in the flyest clothes, b*tches wanna f*ck
take a peek at my cash flow only going up
see my bread at a mill, can’t stop till it’s two
can’t stop till it’s ten and the boys coming through
another zero get added, i get paid for looking cute
climbing up that f*cking ladder, i’m still robbing like it’s chutes
said i’m no t*bone put a stake in, cut the lights, cut the camera
off tell lil mama we gon do it right
got the power and the drive tell that kitty to submit
i be off the zaa in school on some goofy sh*t
[hook: cleo’s trademark]
sittin’ here just passin’ the time, not tryna pass up these rhymes
these b*tches don’t like to ride the cleø wave
chillin’ in the bach of the truck
last time i gave a few f*cks about these b*tches that f*ck with the three*oh games
makin’ all this money is easy, me and p keep it breezy
triple zerø, c p and e and k
she mentally f*cked, it’s alright
might go and pick a few fights
f*ck on yo b*tch, mighta found the cheat code (aye)
sittin’ here just passin’ the time, not tryna pass up these rhymes
these b*tches don’t like to ride the cleø wave
chillin’ in the bach of the truck
last time i gave a few f*cks about these b*tches that f*ck with the three*oh games

[outro: tyler, the creator]
that’s not gangsta?

- cleos trademark lyrics

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