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letra de clone! - txlibxn

(intro)
graah, graah, graah graah graah

okay rodz!

(verse 1, txlibxn)
i’m wit tank and he toting a bl!ck
ptsd got me moving like wick
jus like moroccans we carrying sticks
do ‘em so bad now he running like rick
they was hating on me same n-ggas is fans now
bossed up now they see i’m the man now
my b-tch gone shoot boy you better get down
22 shots n-gga that’s a man down
a boogie no hoodie n-gga what is that sound
ar wit a titties we gotta hunnid rounds
with key and sun n-gga we gone set it
tdb for the hat he finna get it
opps in the v ima flip it
just like a bayblade i’ma rip it
now he a dead n-gga i’ma zip it
better duck we ain’t leaving a witness
(verse 2, dovemaykry)
he copy that n-gga my clone
i cannot fight so i’m tucking the pole
sike i lied i’m punching your nose
these n-ggas be hating these n-ggas be froze
like me and the gang can’t switch on the bro
i gotta beam and we aim at yo toes
like how many times n0body knows
i’m never gone lack and i’m never gone fold
like graah txlibxn he blown in his b-tch like a bomb
how many times i’m gone have to tell that lil n-gga he finna die
like graah boom bop
hollow tips bullets we aim at yo eye

(verse 3, txlibxn)
lil n-gga got sent to the sky
p-ssy ass n-gga got sent to the gates
graah graah boom now that n-gga erased
smoking that gas sh-t got me laced
got em running now he moving from states
check in n-gga for you get clocked out
just like a picture you getting cropped out
sippin on henny sh-t feel like a knock out
drivin a mazda we finna park out
fourth of july we finna spark out
n-ggas be all on my d-ck like a fan
trynna act tough boy you is not the man
went to the mall and spent about h-lla bands
i say what i want give a f-ck bout fans
you is a b-tch n-gga get off my d-ck
foe i hop out wit a drum on a stick
empty the clip hit whoever you wit
like i’m really fixing to do it
(verse 4, dovemaykry)
i don’t give a f-ck who you with
tell ‘em to suck on my d-ck
if you talk on my brother get rolled like a spliff or get shot with the bl!ck
can’t see because i’m dripping in all black
told the p-ssy n-gga that he should watch his back
i’m keeping the pole i can not lack
smoking them white runtz and it’s fat
i got the munchies need a snack
talk on my gang and you gone get smacked
better lock up before i bust in the door
give me the money b-tch get on the floor
i can not f-ck with a p-ssy ass hoe
got ten bl!cks get shot get shot in your nose
watch your step or you gone get popped
i am a dread head with some locks
heard he a opp he talk to the cops
talk on my name get shot with a glock
heard he broke that n-gga a bum
smokin yo pack and it f-ck up my lungs
heard that he talk sh-t run my ones
how do he talk sh-t with a drum
he is a little boy he my son
kick sh-t with the gang came straight from the slums

- txlibxn

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