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letra de face facts - clyde cyrus

let that bass drop, they yelling clyde here
soon as that ball drop, you know its my year
and soon as this tape drop, you n-ggas outta here
like a big ass bald spot on ya scalp was there
f-ck counting shares, yo i’m playing for keeps
face me toe-to-toe me and walk away facing defeat
cause all these rappers claiming that they sick is patients of me
and i’ma pull the plug while they momma waiting to see them
i’m not kidding, my heart is cold as a popsicle
my saliva’s sick, i’m putting spit in the hospital
if he talking sh-t, i put the kid in the hostility
thought id say hospital my n-gga i’m not simple
we k!lling the competition & preying on our enemies
this is for them n-ggas that thought that they got rid of me
because i ain’t been dropping fire as hot recently
well b-tch i’m back now and you n-ggas will not extinguish me

face facts, i been in the business of benjamin spending in large amounts
a$ap, striving and prospering, thats what its all about
stay back, once you become an op, we cannot talk it out
i’m way past, all of that bullsh-t that you always be talking about
f-ck 2017
why are you stuck in the previous 12 months?
why do you sell drugs just b/c everyone else?
why are you jealous? i got em reevaluating self-love
how his name clyde and he ain’t ever took an l once?
///punch-in

but idgaf, this my year, i’m finna live it up
sip 180 proof, everclear, it’s in a sippy cup
now i’m h-lla drunk and tryna steer inside a bentley truck
so if i see the feds then ima try to win a piston cup
guarantee they’ll never catch my ass speeding
dont be flashing all them racks when its tax season
cause they’ll blast you in yo back if you cash seeking
leave that n-gga buried like he playing round in sand beaches

pull up to ya show, now ya fans getting amnesia
dropped my link below, now yo mans want a d-mn feature
if he think i’m broke, up a band in ya hand
if it’s in ya pants; i can’t do that sh-t but sh-t, he can’t either

you n-ggas hams walking round with all them racks
robberies are real, people carry debit cards for that
ima keep it real, give a f-ck bout how you n-ggas feel
you lie, cheat and steal while i’m out here trying see a mill

and guarantee that ima get it
you just a parody, a lil gimmick
talk is very cheap and you a parakeet
so i’m sh-tting on you like a pidgeon
tryna compare to me is quite embarrasing
we can clearly see a big difference
just look at my digits, i dont gotta cook in the kitchen
cause i got em hooked on the bars and the hooks i be spitting
a hook and a jab had him stuck in the grass and it took him a minute to get up
they said you had gas? who lied on yo ass?
you just a whoopie-cushion sitter
f-ck good intentions, i’m crooked & twisted
you pushing the limit, i’m pulling them triggers
and people keep telling me that i’m a d-ck
i’m like okay —
this what you p-ssies been missing

- clyde cyrus

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