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clip - pouya lyrics

[verse]
clip on ya b-tch, suck my d-ck for the h-ll of it
runnin’ away from your problems
don’t mean that you’re solving them
the rum is red, the red is rum
i just wanna c-m up on your tummy, just for fun
stick her in by, time to run
when it’s all said and done, i’ll be the one chillin’ in london
with my cousin, not thinkin’ ’bout nothin’ but the motherf-ckin’ cash
p-ss her -ss to my homies, now her -ss is gr-ss
dip really fast, it’s all part of my master plan
i’m the motherf-ckin’ man with the cash in my hand
haters will never understand the [?] with my left hand (pa)
you fleein’, i’m seen on the scene
with the fiends that don’t give a f-ck, bustin’ shouts
k!llin’ and rippin’ and dippin’, i’m straight to the club
my words are like floods
of the blood that’s rollin’ down your neck, better get respect
go up and down in your b-tch like elevatedness ’til i get my check

[refrain]
clip on ya b-tch, suck my d-ck for the h-ll of it
clip on my b-tch, suck a d-ck for the h-ll of it
clip on ya b-tch, suck a d-ck for the h-ll of it
clip, f-ck my b-tch

[outro]
red table studios, i see you

- pouya lyrics

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