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clutchin my set - lil starchy lyrics

[intro: lil starchy]
lil starch, yuh

[chorus]
don’t turn around, ‘cause i’ma make you act right
clutchin’ my set and i’m clutchin’ that mac tight
don’t play with the gang, you know we all strapped tight
can’t hang with a lame, i know a few that might
run up on me and it turn to a mess
water on water, my wrists is on deck
she suck me off in my hollister
and i got drip like a colander
i’m gettin’ used to this sh*t, so i might stay
she keep my d*ck near her mouth, where the mic stay
she tryna text me, uhh, go back to mysp*ce
already got me keeper at my place
you know my shoes cost as much as the iphone
give them a feature now they stеalin’ my flows
my neck got some rhinestonеs, and they all fine*toned, and i got five phones
one for the music and one for the email
one for the units, i got a few kilos
two are for sh*t that i keep on the d*low
finally hang and she practice her deepthroat
i’ma start turning down verses, only ass that i’m on is miss suerdieck’s
only passin’ it up if it’s serf sh*t

[verse 1]
that opp is a murder just waiting to happen
off*white belt ‘round my sweats stay fastened
back in and back at it, look at starch in a new patek
got a new flow and i gotta new bad bih
money stack up, your money look flattened
got a new iron and it’s not for flattening
you wanna see me? now that, that’s flattering
she wanna ride, now we sa*sa*saddling
the money in a river, call that fat stacks paddling
9’s out, now we ba*ba*battling
i’m a big hitter, the money big, big winner
money green, santana
stay on green, 9 hammer
never ask for no help, these lames look like damsels
cookin’ for a livin’ like i’m chef g ramsay
bars come easy, but they don’t understand ‘em
sayin’ that you will but you won’t, rebranding
i’m in the sky, you havin’ crash*landings
they love my fit and they hate your land’s end
big talk, big spit, big chain too, big drip
i’ma hunt you down, 50 round, it’s a big clip
f*ck with her you a clown, big shoes
got a big bust*down for my crew
i’ma pull up on you
make your gang no shoot
this sh*t non*stop, it’s a storm like harvey
that b*tch plastic, can’t have no barbie
that’s fantastic, can’t have no party
my sh*t headbangers, yeah you know how they go
louie, gucci, and givenchy they on all of my clothes
if he pull up, he don’t want no smoke
32 make him dance, make him drop to the floor
i’m in my house chillin, i’on deal with no opps
we clean up the spot with 2 kinds of mops
i ain’t know she was yours, but she give goat top

[chorus]
don’t turn around, ‘cause i’ma make you act right
clutchin’ my set and i’m clutchin’ that mac tight
don’t play with the gang, you know we all strapped tight
can’t hang with a lame, i know a few that might
run up on me and it turn to a mess
water on water, my wrists is on deck
she suck me off in my hollister
and i got drip like a colander
i’m gettin’ used to this sh*t, so i might stay
she keep my d*ck near her mouth, where the mic stay
she tryna text me, uhh, go back to mysp*ce
already got me keeper at my place
you know my shoes cost as much as the iphone
give them a feature now they stealin’ my flows
my neck got some rhinestones, and they all fine*toned, and i got five phones
one for the music and one for the email
one for the units, i got a few kilos
two are for sh*t that i keep on the d*low
finally hang and she practice her deepthroat
i’ma start turning down verses, only ass that i’m on is miss suerdieck’s
only passin’ it up if it’s serf sh*t

- lil starchy lyrics

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