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letra de fuck clout - diego money

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[intro]
young diego money, yeah, you know i bring out the racks
shop with me, and you might not get nothin’ up outta that
finessed his ass, took his set, and it ain’t no comin’ back
i been flexin’ so d-mn hard, man i should have a six pack
talkin’ hunnid band juug, man you know that i’m with that
pull up, foreign matt-black, play with me’ll get you wacked

[pre-chorus]
(f-ck you swvsh!)
uhh, ayy, yuh
know my pockets fat, b-tch
know i got the sack-
(f-ck you swvsh!)
uhh, ayy, yuh
know my pockets fat, b-tch
know i got the sack, b-tch
know i got them racks, b-tch
know i keep a strap, b-tch
smokin’ gas pack, man that sh-t smell like cat p-ss

[chorus]
s-smoke a n-gga like a f-ckin’ dark stout
actin’ ass n-ggas that just know how to rap
real street n-gga, we ain’t worried ’bout no clout
i’m from oak cliff, texas, where all we do is trap
[interlude]
real street n-gga, we ain’t worried ’bout no clout
actin’ ass n-ggas that just know how to rap
real street n-gga, we ain’t worried ’bout no clout
i’m from oak cliff, texas, where all we do is trap

[verse 1]
i’ma wear my wrist ’til i see a hunnid bands
look inside my trap house, all you see is pots and pans
i’ma pull the choppa out, make him do the running man
on the block, all i sold at least a hunnid thousand grand
i’m from the cliff, where my n-ggas all on that trap sh-t
we don’t really f-ck with n-ggas that be on that rap sh-t
keep a strap, pull up on yo’ block, and we clap sh-t
n-ggas seen fifty thousand, take a look up at my wrist, b-tch

[pre-chorus]
know my pockets fat, b-tch
know i got the sack, b-tch
know i got them racks, b-tch
know i keep a strap, b-tch
smokin’ gas pack, man that sh-t smell like cat p-ss
and you know i keep them racks, b-tch

[chorus]
s-smoke a n-gga like a f-ckin’ dark stout
actin’ ass n-ggas that just know how to rap
real street n-gga, we ain’t worried ’bout no clout
i’m from oak cliff, texas, where all we do is trap
[verse 2]
yeah i’m from the cliff, ho
where we rob and sell dope
n-gga, tell me what ya want
n-gga, hit my cellphone
yeah i know i rap, ho
but i’m still trappin’, ho
need that pack? meet me at the blue sto’
f-ck that rap sh-t, i’ll still up that f-ckin’ pole
got that flooded rolex, and that b-tch two-tone
i be high class dippin’ with margiela shoes on
got yo’ b-tch watchin, ’cause she see these water jewels on

[refrain]
young diego money, yeah, you know i bring out the racks
shop with me, and you might not get nothin’ up outta that
finessed his ass, took his set, and it ain’t no comin’ back
i been flexin’ so d-mn hard, man i should have a six pack
talkin’ hunnid band juug, man you know that i’m with that
pull up, foreign matt-black, play with me’ll get you wacked

[pre-chorus]
know my pockets fat, b-tch
know i got the sack, b-tch
know i got them racks, b-tch
know i keep a strap, b-tch
smokin’ gas pack, man that sh-t smell like cat p-ss
and you know i keep them racks, b-tch
[chorus]
s-smoke a n-gga like a f-ckin’ dark stout
actin’ ass n-ggas that just know how to rap
real street n-gga, we ain’t worried ’bout no clout
i’m from oak cliff, texas, where all we do is trap

[outro]
real street n-gga, we ain’t worried ’bout no clout
actin’ ass n-ggas that just know how to rap
real street n-gga, we ain’t worried ’bout no clout
i’m from oak cliff, texas, where all we do is trap

- diego money

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