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letra de art da clown - fts shawn

[intro]
(fts fts fts n-gga fraud to survive
gotta do what you gotta do to provide n-gga)

[chorus]
and i’m a demon, every time i bend, they call me art the clown
(art the clown)
brody put a beam on a n-gga face, made him frown suppressor on the bl!ck, you know i had a mask the f-ckin’ sound (mask that sh-t)
kick that n-gga out the trap, he ain’t wanna sell the pound

[verse]
n-gga, before i had the switch, i was out here in the field
having to finger f-ck the gl!ck, (had to finger f-ck that sh-t) you put your trust in a b-tch n-gga, stop thinking with your d-ck, (d-ckhead) and i just went to the mall casually calmly, spent ten on a fit (calm sh-t) this sh-t light to me, cause n-gga, i be hitting
all these l!cks, b-tch, looked down at my feet and said what it is
i said, baby, it’s rick, don’t еven f-ckin’ trip (dont even)
not thеse broke ass n-ggas got nothing going for them, got no drip (bum ass n-ggas) and this lil’ b-tch like to please me, so she gon’ blow the tip (blow that sh-t) these n-ggas all my sons, so what i call them, all my jits (these n-ggas all my sons) you want the beef to end, n-gga, just be a f-ckin’ b-tch
(you want the beef to end, n-gga, just be a f-ckin’ b-tch)
and when i p-ss, it’s pink, cause i mix the percs with the lean
fiends want cop some green, tell them n-ggas cross the street pressing pills and doing fraud already, know, that’s my scheme (thats my sh-t) this ain’t 2016, n-gga, no, we don’t wear supreme (i dont wear that sh-t) my whole team hoop, n-gga, they call us the dream team
we them young bouls that play like that n-gga zach levine hit a n-gga in his top, they call that n-gga mr. clean
ain’t no broke n-gga, know, i only wear mcf-ckin’ queen
anthony saw me at the park, n-gga, then his heart stopped (n-gga then his heart stopped) what’s his name? gave up that 45, n-gga, not smart brandon’s fat ass got overweight from eating all them pop-tarts (brandon’s fat ass got overweight from eating all them pop-tarts)

[chorus]
and i’m a demon, every time i bend, they call me art the clown
(art the clown)
brody put a beam on a n-gga face, made him frown suppressor on the bl!ck, you know i had a mask the f-ckin’ sound (mask that sh-t)
kick that n-gga out the trap, he ain’t wanna sell the pound

- fts shawn

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