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fuk tha clout - kankan lyrics

[chorus: yeat]
scared to talk ’bout money when it’s racks involved
they scared to say our name ’cause losing fans involved
i just walked up in the b*tch, i probably dropped a twenty ball
every time i touch a bag it’s extra large amount
i be ballin’ but she ain’t doing it, she trynna jack my style
hold up, how the h*ll they do it?, i’m tryna figure it out
sipping on motor oil, dirty ass cup, almost look like brown
we ain’t folding at all, gotta stay up, gotta hold my ground
which one, the x or the perc’, i can’t decide
got the cayenne sitting outside in the sun, that b*tch is fried
i don’t be replying, got a whole lot to do, don’t wastе no time
i ain’t bragging, but i get paid down to sit down and rhyme

[verse 1: kankan]
that boy brokе as h*ll, we took a different route
n*gga, i get paid to just sit down and talk
that boy, he gon’ bring my name up ’cause it come with clout
and this ho, she know we way too up, they tryna figure it out
yeah, that lil’ ho know we too up, they tryna figure it out
yeah, trynna figure out, took a different route
trynna figure out, took a different route
yeah, that boy, yeah he want clout
b*tch, i been had racks since i was a teen
yeah, n*gga, i been off x, yeah, like all week
and a n*gga sipping on drank ’cause it help me sleep
that boy ain’t sipping on drank, he sipping on green
yeah, i just f*cked this ho, that ho on e
that boy dissing, turned his lil’ ho to a fiend
yeah, he tried his best, but he still was not impressed
everybody got racks but we make it look the best
[verse 2: yeat]
why you capping ’bout them drugs? we not impressed
and this b*tch head go back like it was pez
i take a lot of percs, i take a lot of x
i don’t be listening to n0body, yeah, it’s f*ck the rest
yeah, this jeep on jeepers creepers, two hundred on the dash
you don’t be high as me a hundred percent, i geek the best
she might drink up the nut or leave it on her chest
yeah, y’all be fruit like chickens, yeah, like you got some br**sts
yeah, hold on, hold on, what the f*ck, yeah, i forgot the rest
yeah, this the big baller gang, big baller chain
yeah, i f*ck my money up so much it told me that it came
they told me go and sign a deal, i’m too rich now i can’t
yeah, pockets fat, walk with a limp, b*tch, yeah, i got a cane

[chorus: yeat]
scared to talk ’bout money when it’s racks involved
they scared to say our name ’cause losing fans involved
i just walked up in the b*tch, i probably dropped a twenty ball
every time i touch a bag it’s extra large amount
i be ballin’ but she ain’t doing it, she trynna jack my style
hold up, how the h*ll they do it?, i’m tryna figure it out
sipping on motor oil, dirty ass cup, almost look like brown
we ain’t folding at all, gotta stay up, gotta hold my ground
which one, the x or the perc’, i can’t decide
got the cayenne sitting outside in the sun, that b*tch is fried
i don’t be replying, got a whole lot to do, don’t waste no time
i ain’t bragging, but i get paid down to sit down and rhyme

- kankan lyrics

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