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letra de clone - swupty

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[hook]
you a copy like a clone
and they i mad i knew it
(aye)
do it my vlone
and its sad that they blew it
(wait)
no ill never go
i won’t fold i won’t do it
(okay)
and we on the road
doing shows and we zooted

now she trynna ride my wave
sorry shorty its too late

girl you not the one
get the f-ck out my way

b-tch ima loopstar
in the field we making plays

what you gon say
mj with that fadeaway

[verse 1]
crash landed on the scene
call it
u.f f-cking o
ima come up on my own
i will never sell my soul
ima pull up in a wraith
told my mama have some faith
ima put bread on your plate
playboy i do the race
from the gutter never safe
you a copy
you a fake
all you wanna do is hate
stacking guala can’t relate
linking swupty on the tape
i ain’t playing f-ckin games
i dont wanna live the same
(nooo)
shorty told you you a lame
(woah)
try to keep up w my pace

never lack i keep a blicky
stacc my chedder like im mickey

you can catch me in the city b-tch

cuz im drippy n im litty b-tch

super drippy cuz im litty
(b-tch!)

[hook]
you a copy like a clone
and they i mad i knew it
(aye)
do it my vlone
and its sad that they blew it
(wait)
no ill never go
i won’t fold i won’t do it
(okay)
and we on the road
doing shows and we zooted

now she trynna ride my wave
sorry shorty its too late

girl you not the one
get the f-ck out my way

b-tch ima loopstar
in the field we making plays

what you gon say
mj with that fadeaway

[verse 2]
what you got on
baby this expensive bape
(why)
mix it with the rafs
and im lookin outersp-ce
(to fly)
you could call me nasa
way i’m shooting all the flames
(fwoo)
somewhere in saturn
smoking sherbet to the face

pull up in a sp-ce coupe
swerving the suburbans

police right behind him
you could see they lurking

hold up don’t get nervous
put this b-tch on turbo

you could tell we working
got the whip on sport mode

got my ex mad since we started see money

ya girl hit me up fly your shorty out the country

take to her to dr somewhere in punta cana

see me in the booth prolly smoking marijuana

[hook]
you a copy like a clone
and they i mad i knew it
(aye)
do it my vlone
and its sad that they blew it
(wait)
no ill never go
i won’t fold i won’t do it
(okay)
and we on the road
doing shows and we zooted

now she trynna ride my wave
sorry shorty its too late

girl you not the one
get the f-ck out my way

b-tch ima loopstar
in the field we making plays

what you gon say
mj with that fadeaway

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