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letra de clark street baby - bic fizzle

[intro]
(aclef vibes on the beat)

[chorus: bic fizzle]
i ain’t have sh-t to my name to the first or the third
middle o’clock, tryna catch me a syrup
too deep for tourin’, that sh-t for the birds
i’ma die ’bout respect, is you slidin’ ’bout yours?
chicago fitted, i’m straight from the city
you wanna come get it? i got it, it’s yours
promethazine just to help my nerves
i’m doin’ good, say, “f-ck what you heard” (f-ck what you heard)
time on the clock don’t stop for no one
standin’ on ten, won’t run, i’m on one
he think i’m p-ssy, make me have to show one
he ain’t gon’ shoot with that .40, he show gun

[verse 1: bic fizzle]
i’m with them k!llers, make me have to sеnd ’em
i roll with them sinners, i know thеy’ll take somethin’
i want the hundreds and money since day one
lay where you play and your soul i’ll take one
how they gon’ hate on me?
noodles and crackers, i’m straight from the street
breakin’ at houses and flippin’ them couches
can’t find the money, we takin’ tvs
ain’t have a dime in my wallet
sucked up the knowledge, this sh-t that the d-boy taught me
i’m sippin’ wocky like coffee, no coughin’
f-ck n-gga play, he get put in a coffin
i want that money, let’s skip all the talkin’
different, them days me and loco was walkin’
late night stalkin’, commotion on cars
won’t stop ’til i’m up and whole team bosses
gamblin’, takin’ ’em losses
too many crosses, it’s makin’ me cautious
catch up soul, i’m steppin’ with caution
play with that k, i’ma step if you drop (i’ma step if you drop)
i’m out in public, kept sh-t in my pockets
from nothin’ to somethin’, shot up like a rocket
i got the key to the hood like a locket
still post on the block like i’m giannis or jocket
pop out, chain on frost, they watchin’
we do it once and they copy it and jock it
run up a check, got a reason to flex
used to rap for the free, now they pay me, deposit
if you play with the check, gotta move a lil’ smarter
punchin’ on sh-t like my name vince carter
water in hard, all the snakes out the garden
the only way, i’ma keep goin’ up farther
she wanna f-ck, i’ma charge her
i’m watchin’ money get larger and larger
run up a check ’til my soul departure
graduated the trenches, i ain’t make it to harvard
[chorus: bic fizzle]
i ain’t have sh-t to my name to the first or the third
middle o’clock, tryna catch me a syrup
too deep for tourin’, that sh-t for the birds
i’ma die ’bout respect, is you slidin’ ’bout yours?
chicago fitted, i’m straight from the city
you wanna come get it? i got it, it’s yours
promethazine just to help my nerves
i’m doin’ good, say, “f-ck what you heard” (f-ck what you heard)
time on the clock don’t stop for no one
standin’ on ten, won’t run, i’m on one
he think i’m p-ssy, make me have to show one
he ain’t gon’ shoot with that .40, he show gun

[verse 2: big scarr]
uh (woah), yeah, look at my eyes, you can tell that i’m on one
that n-gga b-tch, you can tell he ain’t on nothin’
hop in the ‘cat and burn out, do a donut (burn out, do a donut)
used to post on the block sellin’ dope ’til the sun up
‘member them days prayin’ to god for a come-up
now it’s ice on my wrist and i’m thumbin’ through commas
just got a call from the ones, it said, “boy, you a stunna
you get this sh-t from your mama”
my brother just see me in texas, said he know that i’m tired
he love me, just gotta keep goin’
money and drugs, need the one hear the pain
who can i call when my back against the grain?
it’s crazy ’cause when it get dark, it can rain
different people, but they know they can call on my name
f-ck all my haters, i know that they watchin’
all on my page, yeah, i know that they copyin’
i’ma sit back, keep stackin’ the profit
can’t no n-gga pop it the way that i pop it
[chorus: bic fizzle]
i ain’t have sh-t to my name to the first or the third
middle o’clock, tryna catch me a syrup
too deep for tourin’, that sh-t for the birds
i’ma die ’bout respect, is you slidin’ ’bout yours?
chicago fitted, i’m straight from the city
you wanna come get it? i got it, it’s yours
promethazine just to help my nerves
i’m doin’ good, say, “f-ck what you heard” (f-ck what you heard)
time on the clock don’t stop for no one
standin’ on ten, won’t run, i’m on one
he think i’m p-ssy, make me have to show one
he ain’t gon’ shoot with that .40, he show gun
i ain’t have sh-t to my name to the first or the third
middle o’clock, tryna catch me a syrup
too deep for tourin’, that sh-t for the birds
i’ma die ’bout respect, is you slidin’ ’bout yours?
chicago fitted, i’m straight from the city
you wanna come get it? i got it, it’s yours
promethazine just to help my nerves
i’m doin’ good, say, “f-ck what you heard” (f-ck what you heard)
time on the clock don’t stop for no one
standin’ on ten, won’t run, i’m on one
he think i’m p-ssy, make me have to show one
he ain’t gon’ shoot with that .40, he show gun

- bic fizzle

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