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hit the road jack - ytr-clout lyrics

bring you to my crib and you begging to change, get up out of here and stay in yo lane, all this freaking hate i can’t deal with this pain, i was up in the streets like i controlled the paint, think you bad, yo momma think you a saint, but you really ain’t, better keep my name out of yo mouth, before i scribble you out, its way to easy, thats on me like im breezy, see you with no sneakers, but you up on the court, looks like this ain’t ya sport, see me dont smack ya lips, cause im gonna dribble the ball right through ya hips, you want to lean, take a sip, i see you up there tryna act like you cool, but you cheating, standing on that stool, theres too much food on my plate, you gotta wait, bring yo girl and we can mingle, leave yo lil -ss single, so dont come running back, yo girl like the racks, get out this universe, as a matter a fact, and dont come back, hit the road jack, dont come back no more, you gone get put down if you knock on my door, so stay away, you can’t be mad because i stole your bae, so get out of this universe, like a wizard i just set a curse……(ayyyyye)

- ytr clout lyrics

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