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clue - hiyelly lyrics

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[intro]
counting up bands like a stripper
the more band i count, my pockets get thinner (yeah)

mixed b*tch out for some dinner
she wearing some lace so i think ima hit her (oh what?)

on top so i feel like a winner
she asking for s*x, we ain’t married, a sinner

stilettos to make her d*mn shins hurt
this b*tch wears a coat but it isn’t the winter (burr)
[verse 1]
dividing them xans like a fraction
brought me a magnum get action
i rolled you a blunt better pass it
your dirty ass shoes got no traction

i got me some bands off of rapping
say you got guns, stop the capping
pistol on d*ck, i ain’t lacking
new i8 you ain’t passing

run up on him like a taxi
i got a b*tch in the back seat
got me a tan, and i got me some bands
bought a new car you won’t gas me

smoking on grams of gelato
got me some band like theft auto
smoking on herb, yeah your b*tch on the curb
‘member when we used to smoke out of bottles

soon we smoke eighths on the daily
ice on my wrist i feel haily

switch on my glock no nintendo
she ain’t acrobat, but this b*tch’s back can bend though
{verse 2/ending]
now my phone bussing like bees
d*mn finally get my car with some keys
used to get gas for the free, now they taxing that sh*t like that sh*t is some tea

now these girl begging like please, like they don’t know that i did this sh*t with some ease
i ain’t a rat but like cheese
smoking on gas like i can’t even breathe

hot as h*ll in this d*mn room
hopefully soon my d*mn dream will come true
who did it, i ain’t got clues
how many bodies i ain’t know that too

- hiyelly lyrics

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