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12am - kla$h (rapper) lyrics

i’m well aware that there’s some people out there who don’t like me, and don’t like me content, but i don’t give a f***
you understand what i’m saying?
cause’ i’m a mother f***ing rockstar
you understand?
and i do what the f*** i want to
i drink, i smoke, i beat the back out of b****es
that’s just what i mother f***ing do
i ain’t changing that s*** for no mother f***ing body
you understand?
i ain’t changing for n0body
they say “sit back and chill”, baby
i was selling that still’ back of mercedes
i’m in the city right now, need to call one of my ladies up
g bandz came through quick and we rolling timmy up

why your palms a’ sweating? why you nervous?
we in the complex and thе plug outside and he serving
glad i didn’t grow up suburban, grinding for a maybach and еvery window got a curtain
d***, all these songs i got you know i been working

capper capper of the century, you is it
brodie got them timmy p’s in, yeah he moving it
no matter how hard i love a b**** she not moving in
f&n, i need a red benz, and a hundred bands

toxic boy, but i ain’t tryna’ f*** none of your friends
she want a kate spade purse, yeah she love my tennis bracelet
i had a upgrade on the whip, now i can speed and race it
remember my skin was dry like a raisin, glowed up life, flow, yeah this s*** is amazing

how’d i do it? and you still sitting on your a**
living in the past
moving that same lil’ weight trap bag
no wonder my city so dry, you ain’t got no timmy, you just got some grass

no wonder why i’m always with my friends in the city smoking timmy, we got s*** that’ll knock off your fitted
purple, green, yellow, s*** tear up your kidney
that boy broke he can’t f*** with me
yeah i mixed the sample with some jimmy
sl!ck back, i think i seen the feds outside
cl!ck clack, ain’t afraid to shoot you in between your eyes
give you third eye
smoking timmy flying in the sky

i don’t need no kite
fans in hungary, kla$h worldwide
speeding in that four door, d*** this b**** so wide
i can do about everything they say “kla$h you be so high”
feel like carti off the timmy, feel like dying

feel like dying
i feel like dying
drink a whole lotta’ red feel like dying
if you with the breadboys baby you gon’ be fine

if you got sample on your face, you’re gon’ be fine
if you got sample on your waist, you gon’ look fine
the way she got the fit yeah she do it nicely
toxic boy nightly

shooting a movie, just like spike lee (yeah)
i’m tryna’ get sponsored by nike (yeah)
toxic boy at the night time
versace hitting, i can’t even tell the time
so much timmy in this room
i can’t even tell what’s mine (yeah)
high as f***
i been up since 9(am)

it’s like 11pm. i’m in the city right now. i got timmy out in the whip, and s***. might go out in a second

( kla$h i love you! )

- klah rapper lyrics

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