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clownz - x-mane lyrics

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(hook)

n-ggas…that be…rappin’…like…this…lack…lyrics…b-tch/

and most of them n-ggas come down south with that silly sh-t//

let me get that sh-t… (repeat)

these n-ggas wack n-gga rap n-ggas actin’ like dun dun da dun dun clownz/

these n-ggaz y’all rockin’ with now..they remind me of this sound//

and it go like dun dun dunna dunna dun dun dunna dunna dun dun dunna dunna clownz/ (drop)

(verse)

these n-ggas make me sick like how the f-ck these n-ggas make this sh-t/

matter fact why the f-ck n-ggas like that sh-t..i don’t know even how to write that sh-t//

maybe i’m p-ssed ‘cuz the n-ggas that’s making this sh-t ain’t making no sense/

the dj’s thinking they breakin’ a hit so they playin’ that sh-t like ain’t it a b-tch// (anyway)

b-tch i’m x how is you doin’..say y’all winnin’ well how is you scorin’/

she can get d-cked to sleep and then kick the freak out the foreign how was your morning//

i be in alabama… mississippi… kicked it two years in georgia../

then brought it all back to the crooked letter an caught 10 all the way through florida//

i done had 10 on the scale no bargain n-gga when ya money right ain’t no arguin’/

n-gga can’t be the plug til you meet the plug ‘cuz then you ain’t gotta cut no corners//

(which mean) you ain’t gotta up your numbers (that mean) you can just flood your market/

money so fast…the sh-t scare you…you’ll move five or six by the morning//

i’m up five or six in the morning thinking ’bout ways of striking it rich/

you up five or six in the morning thinking ’bout ways of wifin’ that b-tch//

i gotta 40 cal glock 22 so n-gga ain’t fightin’ for sh-t/

n-ggas ain’t shootin’ the one they the ones to shoot that’s why i think twice ‘fo i trip//

i done seen real n-ggas caught in the mix over a b-tch that ain’t even his/

b-tch got kids that ain’t even his…now days n-ggas keep it too real//

i remember real n-gga used to stand for sum..when sh-t pop off they standin’ up/

if the sh-t dead then stand for what…nowadays it don’t stand for nun//

the old days…same game but the players changed/

the real n-ggas that’s tailor made they’re fadin’ away to the great escape// (in the meantime)

repeat hook

- x mane lyrics

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