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clone! - txlibxn lyrics

(intro)
graah, graah, graah graah graah

okay rodz!

(verse 1, txlibxn)
i’m wit tank and he toting a bl!ck
ptsd got me moving like wick
jus like moroccans we carrying sticks
do ‘em so bad now he running like rick
they was hating on me same n*ggas is fans now
bossed up now they see i’m the man now
my b*tch gone shoot boy you better get down
22 shots n*gga that’s a man down
a boogie no hoodie n*gga what is that sound
ar wit a titties we gotta hunnid rounds
with key and sun n*gga we gone set it
tdb for the hat he finna get it
opps in the v ima flip it
just like a bayblade i’ma rip it
now he a dead n*gga i’ma zip it
better duck we ain’t leaving a witness
(verse 2, dovemaykry)
he copy that n*gga my clone
i cannot fight so i’m tucking the pole
sike i lied i’m punching your nose
these n*ggas be hating these n*ggas be froze
like me and the gang can’t switch on the bro
i gotta beam and we aim at yo toes
like how many times n0body knows
i’m never gone lack and i’m never gone fold
like graah txlibxn he blown in his b*tch like a bomb
how many times i’m gone have to tell that lil n*gga he finna die
like graah boom bop
hollow tips bullets we aim at yo eye

(verse 3, txlibxn)
lil n*gga got sent to the sky
p*ssy ass n*gga got sent to the gates
graah graah boom now that n*gga erased
smoking that gas sh*t got me laced
got em running now he moving from states
check in n*gga for you get clocked out
just like a picture you getting cropped out
sippin on henny sh*t feel like a knock out
drivin a mazda we finna park out
fourth of july we finna spark out
n*ggas be all on my d*ck like a fan
trynna act tough boy you is not the man
went to the mall and spent about h*lla bands
i say what i want give a f*ck bout fans
you is a b*tch n*gga get off my d*ck
foe i hop out wit a drum on a stick
empty the clip hit whoever you wit
like i’m really fixing to do it
(verse 4, dovemaykry)
i don’t give a f*ck who you with
tell ‘em to suck on my d*ck
if you talk on my brother get rolled like a spliff or get shot with the bl!ck
can’t see because i’m dripping in all black
told the p*ssy n*gga that he should watch his back
i’m keeping the pole i can not lack
smoking them white runtz and it’s fat
i got the munchies need a snack
talk on my gang and you gone get smacked
better lock up before i bust in the door
give me the money b*tch get on the floor
i can not f*ck with a p*ssy ass hoe
got ten bl!cks get shot get shot in your nose
watch your step or you gone get popped
i am a dread head with some locks
heard he a opp he talk to the cops
talk on my name get shot with a glock
heard he broke that n*gga a bum
smokin yo pack and it f*ck up my lungs
heard that he talk sh*t run my ones
how do he talk sh*t with a drum
he is a little boy he my son
kick sh*t with the gang came straight from the slums

- txlibxn lyrics

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