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letra de clout - s.a. smash

[camu tao]
when i’m in the house n-gg-s better watch your step
cause you really don’t know where the glock is kept
robbery in progress, count the money
i run with young punks that be acting ugly
we got guns by the trunk load, n-gg- watch out
evil b-tches with a snub-nose robbing your house
if you want to start beef i’ll supply you now
take your [?] body to the street and tie it down
and have cars run over rib, blood all over sh-t
tire tracks all over kid
and take your buddies to a shooting range
make you wanna do some thangs
make you wanna switch and make them k!ll you quick
cause camy’s in the fast lane, making n-gg-s act strange
when i hate [?] when n-gg-s trip
cause its really getting serious, n-gg-s feeling inferior
when b-tches wanna hang out and hug the d-ck, n-gg-
let me explain, think you know, you have no idea
read my diary, you’ll get hot and burn off ears
when i advance to the next round, mouths are open
set fire to your tour, leave your houses smoking

[hook]
get that clout
come on everybody if you in that south-
side of the building you can feel that shiet
smoke another blunt if you can feel that shiet
n-gg-s n-gg-s

n-gg-s in the club, they dump but so what
girl at the crib, of course she hang up
cops on the blocks with questions, it ain’t us
stay up and stay tough, get your game up

[metro]
now that everybody rhyme, its time to battle for souls
start a single file line and pay me after the show
the monster in me conquered over half of the globe
with an attitude like that will get you clapped in the dome
to me that -ssume you like the sound of shattering bones
ya devil stay diving to a hazardous zone
my intentions are infected and i’ll p-ss it along
for the cash like ashing the bone. that’s what i’m on
but we know this sh-t is more than lyrics wrapped in a song
another hustle, you asking if the p-ssion is gone
mother f-ck you and that watered down rapping you on
b-tch
hype n-gg-s smoke crack to this one
fake n-gg-s practice packing a gun
i’m lashing the tongue
decapitating ligaments, i’ll laugh when its done
the aggravated immigrant, african son
smoke a blunt with you punk and put a staff in your lung

[hook]

[skit]

- s a smash

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