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letra de clones - bluebucksclan

[intro: bluebucksclan dj]
n-ggas tryna be my clone
fendi drippin’ on my bones (drippin’ on my bones)

[verse 1: bluebucksclan dj & jeeezy]
n-ggas tryna be my clone (my clone)
fendi drippin’ on my bones (my bones)
makin’ plays on these phones (on these phones)
once i get ’em, then they gone (it’s gone)
louis v, f-ck them foams (f-ck them foams)
watch me ball in my zone (in my zone)
had a pack, now it’s gone (it’s gone)
i was down, now i’m on (now i’m on)
she on d-ck ’cause i’m on (she on d-ck)
ysl my cologne (my cologne)
plus i’m blowin’ on that strong (on that strong)
i’m the king, this my throne (this my throne)
me and my dawgs finna roam (finna roam)
lil’ n-ggas go home (go home)
you ain’t fly, you a bum (you a bum)
and i’m off just like gum (just like gum)
love the b-tch ’til i cum (’til i cum)
sippin’ juice, ain’t no rum
talkin’ sh-t like the runs (like the runs)
cool as f-ck but got guns (we got guns)
yeah, we get bands for fun (yeah for fun)
all these blues, all these hunds’ (all these hunds’)
all these hoes call me hun (call me hun)
givin’ head, hit her buns (hit her buns)
backshots, don’t run (please don’t run)
yeah we do this sh-t for fun (fun)
you got insufficient funds (on god)
came for the hoes but we gon’ bust (on god)
in the coupe like i’m homer doing donuts (doing donuts)
n-gga, i don’t f-ck with groupies, you don’t know us (h-ll nah)
finna send this lil’ n-gga on a store run (lil’ n-gga)
she sucking d-ck real sloppy, i can’t feel nothin’ (god d-mn)
gave a n-gga good brain, man, she go dumb (good brain)
you was talking on the ‘gram, n-gga, don’t run (n-gga, don’t run)
let me see if he can run from the shotgun (dumbass)
n-ggas shopping at target
we pull up, we park it (park it)
we pull up, we spark it (spark it)
no talking, no barking (barking)
we eating at boardner’s (boardner’s)
my n-ggas not starving (starving)
i’m fly like a martian (martian)
drop fifty like harden (harden)
let me slow this sh-t down for you lil’ n-ggas (lil’ n-gga)
don’t compare no real n-ggas to no p-ssy n-ggas (never-ever)
don’t let neezy see yo’ chain, he be booking n-ggas (he be booking n-ggas)
weed loud like i’m lucious, we got cookies wit’ us (we got cookies wit’ us)
got that bag same day, i ain’t save sh-t (same day)
blue book in my pocket, hundred paid sh-t (hundred paid)
bad b-tch ridin’ with me, she a beige b-tch (yeah, she beige)
purse cost a bag but she ain’t pay sh-t (she ain’t pay sh-t)
titties fleek, nails, feet, yeah, she slay sh-t (yeah, she slay)
good d-ck make that p-ssy spray sh-t (make her spary)
think she got a n-gga but i ain’t gon’ say sh-t (i ain’t gon’ say sh-t)
run these streets with my dawgs, yeah, on some straight sh-t (on some straight sh-t)
n-ggas pocket watchin’, that’s that g-y sh-t (n-ggas g-y)
pull up in a foreign, its a sp-ceship (it’s a sp-ceship)
yeah, back to back, you see us (yeah, you see us)
christian loub’s bleedin’ on me, lord jesus (father lord)
n-ggas squabble love like cheetah (like cheetah)
look at this bust down, yeah, it’s a freezer (it’s a freezer)
billy pullin’ up in a beamer (in a beamer)
keep wildin’ out, he a heathen (he’s a heathen)
drippin’ like the motherf-ckin’ deep end (like the deep end)
flaggin b-tches down in traffic, i’ma ratchet (i’ma ratchet)
all these b’s on my body stand for bally (stand for bally)
really from the slums, you n-ggas from the valley (you n-ggas lame)
neiman marcus, n-ggas shopping in the alley (you n-ggas bums)
told yo’ b-tch i wanna f-ck, she sent the addy (she sent the addy)
wasting food at katanas, you at rally’s (you at rally’s)
twenty-four, no kids, still daddy (still daddy)
i don’t f-ck no birds, all baddies (haha)

- bluebucksclan

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