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letra de clockin' out - dcg brothers, dcg msavv

intro
i ain′t been just today, just f-ck all that (godd-mn, rich)
alright, okay, for real, for real, yeah, for real, dawg
look, look, i say, uh
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first n-gga fall, he f-cked
if you don’t bail out right now and we pull on they block
these n-ggas gon′ see my truck
n-ggas keep postin’ on facebook
sendin’ him prayers and postin′ his people up
f-ck your son, i commented on her status
and said he ain′t get back up
b-tch, money on my head, i still ain’t dead, i still ain′t tip my truck
i clapped your ass on one of my favorite glocks
i ain’t never come get this up
she love that n-gga, she prayin′ for him, we finna come lift him up
soon as he die, i’m makin′ my homie them f-ckin’
tell him go build her up
she f-ckin’ that n-gga like i don′t even know
that sh-t just k!lled my trust
i heard that sh-t and laughed, if i was high
i wouldn′t even gave no f-ck
when n-ggas go broke, they favorite line
“ayy, bro, i’m savin′ up”
i done got rich in a year, he still ain’t rich
sh-t, i woulda gave it up
look, i woulda gave it up
the police asked you questions, you told the truth
sh-t, i woulda made it up
i ran it down the court, passed it to my mans
boy, you woulda laid it up
shun ain′t got no d-ck for none of you hoes
my lil’ b-tch ate it up
yeah, my lil′ b-tch ate it down
it’s 80 degrees outside
they said they post it, grr, 80 rounds
one of my opps tryna rap, i ain’t even no hater
i really just hate his sound
and you don′t gotta pass the letter, i′m already up
i don’t need no favors, clown
i′m ridin’ through that right now
just like a mattress, i′m ’bout to lay it down
i run in that b-tch myself and tied him up
and told him don′t make a sound
my opps so slow, they don’t even got no feet
or can’t even pr-nounce a noun
like a ceo, we finna shake it down
back then you loved me but hate me now
i′m in a straight a jeep, it′ll shake the ground
all that yellin’, lil n-gga better calm it down
it′s always n-ggas who never did sh-t
tellin’ the n-gga you better go ask′em
i know your hoe caught, i’m finna flag it down
they tryna smoke, so i′m finna grab a pound
i walk at stores and they tryna tax me down
no lol’s, i ain’t laugh out loud
i′m outta rollin′, i got a bowl and i got some poles
and we goin’ to roland-land
it′s so cold, a n-gga got bold
i’m doin′ these shows, i’m jumpin′ in all of ’em
it’s been so long, my n-gga got ten
and he doing time but he finna walk it down
my b-tch so deep inside of her bag
i still like to spoil her ′cause she like to boss around
i′m flyin’ my b-tch so fly in the air
that she could′ve lost her crown
i’m hittin′ your hoe in the head
i’m foldin′ her legs, look how she get tossed around
i been said whatever i said
them n-ggas be scared, that’s why they don’t come around
my career, my sh-t better off the ground
he was walkin′, that n-gga ain′t talkin’ now
n-gga lost his top
and i went to find this sh-t up there at the lost and found
got a hundred peas, you gon′ get you two for three
if you make a offer now
she was textin’ me talkin′ ’bout she gon′ eat this d-ck
b-tch, you actin’ awkward now
i was workin’, but that sh-t really ain′t payin′ off
so now i’m clockin′ out
f-ck it, he tackin’ out
out of this crib, we stakin′ out
shots at his head
scary ass n-ggas be duckin’, i′m tryna take ’em out
you lovin’ that ho, she none
your right hand man, she tryna suck ′em
all on my d-ck, i won′t even f-ck
free all the k!llers who ain’t say nothin′
i won’t ever tell and won′t say sh-t
it look like we up and dyin’ rich
tellin′ me really i died for sh-t
tellin’ me really had died snitch
riding with fours, slide down this block and dome ’em
we hit his iron nose
callin′ it pressure
n-gga had death from pressure
i know that sh-t hurt the most
i′m riding with mine, it’s never a issue
you blowin′ your gun, i’m blowin′ it with you
out on parole, i still wanna hit’em
sh-t don′t stop, might catch up with you
i’m riding this b-tch and i’m riding it fast
prayin′ to god that i′ll never appreciate it
when your b-tch wanna f-ck, she hearin’ you last
out on the block, she hang with gang
when i came in this b-tch, i came with gang
we came in this b-tch, we came with aim
in society, what you gon′ be like?
old dog, boy, you gon’ die like kane
i′m sayin’ this sh-t get ugly
took shots, i′m sayin’ i’m lucky
outro
i′m knowin′ they sayin’ it′s f-ck me
them n-ggas a toad but never a touchy
i’m knowin′ they sayin’ it′s nothin’
i’ll f-ck ′em and buy ′em a song
listen to me, how you ain’t givin′
a fund but you out here givin’ a d
listen to me, i′m tryna hurt me a n-gga, you really tryna be
listen to me, i’m tryna hurt me a n-gga
i′m tryna hurt me a n-gga

- dcg brothers dcg msavv

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