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letra de no interview - clavish

[intro]
simon crisp
uh

[verse]
in public, without my shooter, that’s a slippy move
put them gang signs down, you’re nearly 52
they think i’m bein’ rude, i’m probably just not in the mood
that’s for the guys that want a feature or an interview
i lost my n-gga to the streets, that had me drippin’ tears
my favourite picture of him tatted on me ‘cah i miss him bare
the other day, someone asked me what’s my biggest fear
openin’ up to someone that don’t even care
tryna find a shush, so the neighbours, they won’t even hear
couplе k on j’s, that after twice, i won’t evеn wear
when i get good news, more times, i ain’t finna share
you’re watchin’ out for evil eye, i’m watching out for evil ears
big homie, that’s my evil twin
steppin’ time was me and him
civilians around me, i just hope that they did not see a thing
i trust you, but the trust is thin
i hustle, but without the ling
i done it, but without the cling
i’m running to them thousands quick, sh-t
pretty girls, i know how they lie
i know the colour for real
i see it wet, i know how it dries
big b’s, n-gga, please, i know how it drives
them other guys only drive them cars in dubai
naughty youngens out late with them big jookers
i’m a big deal, i need the watch with the big boogers
used to eat out with two 2’s, now, it’s big cookers
she tryna push me into her, but i’m a pullers
i don’t clout chase on social media to stay relevant
the streets ain’t for everyone, that’s why they made the curbs
i should’ve been scared, but getting shot at gave me adrenaline
i dropped out shh ‘cah that n-gga’s too feminine
last night, s had a show, he was sh-llin’ it
the trap house stinks, if i could, i’d give it peppermint
they got me in the station, talkin’ ’bout evidence
they say they know everything, but i ain’t sayin’ anything
nonchalant wit’ it ‘cah it’s something that i never did
patek, dweller, cartiers, these lowkey yutes were never lit
my little cousin caught a food case, he wants me to tell him
every little thing about jail ‘cah he’s never been
mention my name if you’re talkin’ about drillin’
mention columbia’s too if you’re talkin’ about k!llin’
yo, you talk a good game, but don’t go on no mission
i’m with the young one, and he don’t mind goin’ to prison
and i get money, so that make them hate me more
you bought her flowers for the thought
even if my d-ck was in her face three days before
jail n-ggas phone my phone, sayin’ “i can’t wait for tour”
got a couple scores to settle, so i can’t wait to score
and you’re never on your job, comin’ like you hittin’ chores
destined to be a star from the day that i was born
when i was broke, i would’ve sucked you for a baby and a ford
got your baby tryna suck me, goin’ crazy to the morn’
[outro]
in public without my shooter, that’s a slippy move
put them gang signs down, you’re nearly 52
simon crisp
they think i’m being rude, i’m probably just not in the mood
that’s for the guys who want a feature or an interview

- clavish

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