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letra de clock - bknott

aye, better let me see it on the clock
on a thot on a…

back on the block
bumpin blocboy
the cops at the shop
i got pot on me not want (to) get caught
f-ck ’em, ain’t get shot, i got shots on me now
bottles from mexico when she go, bring me back
off top, i got hot, i got drop
rap like wop, stack my guap
f-ck a bop, she a 9, ain’t a thot
she got guap she can s-x who she want cause she hot
birmingham love me not, i’m too gold, i’m too hot

getting that money no stand still
going harder than an a anvil
my mouth and mind pay the light bill
i k!ll an escomo with my d-mn chill
im raising my rate
i might get a wraith
we be them n-ggas
we be them boys
i do not f-ck you d-mn clowns
you stealing from me get your own sound
i’m with bruce wayne going bat sh-t
we lap a b-tch we dont lack sh-t
i stepped in and now i tapped in
pulling big strings like a violin
since 91 i’ve been that n-gga
bknott mode
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hop off my jock, baby please
i’m too fertile, she so wet
call her squirtle, baby moaning like myrtle
flip flop with bknott we need guap we begotten
we hot, f-ck em hating and watch while we plot
back on the block
bumpin blocboy
the cops at the shop
i got pot on me not want (to) get caught
f-ck ’em, ain’t get shot, i got shots on me now
bottles from mexico when she go, bring me back, b-tch!

i came in that b-tch with the home team
pocket hustle yea it’s in my jeans
if knew then what i know now
then the whole team would be on
i’m swerving through traffic i’m running late
i’m marring the game and saving the date
second thoughts that got me no money
i had to cut it out now i’m in better shape
i saw the void and then i freed my mind
i took some shrooms and had a great the escape
i want me house on that lake
i’m big making moves and making sh-t shake
keeping the hustle applying that muscle all i can do is just wait
i want no relations baby
i gotta wife
making that love and that money
we working all night
i’m getting that paper then lamainte
they kinkos the copy this n-ggas they fake
i’m talking to god and im chaning my fate
the realer you are the harder they hate

- bknott

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