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letra de clowns - uncle ticky

[chorus]
ticky gotta get ‘em, ahhh!
i heard you was in love
it’s sad; that guy you love ain’t me
no love for a homie
ohhh yeah, i could be the one to make you smi-i-ile, babe
but you like when i’m lo-onley
let me pack my sh-t and fly away
you’ll be back another day
off the market i will be
till then i’mma cry myself to sleep

[verse 1]
bonjour, hola, maybe konichiwa
you good? you aight? or you’re comme ci, comme ca
wish i could tell you ‘te amo, mi amor’
(and to give you one chance) to romper mi corazon
anyway, what’s your…hmmm wait, h-llo!
the name’s uncle tick; musical donatello
i see you got a ting for thе drip on that fellow
babes, those arе not grills; his t–th are just yellow
still she want a man with a beard (think he a loyal type n-gga)
most of ‘em out for the booty; they yelling (shiver me timbers)
i guess i’m a joke cause she always when i’m talking
she just posted, oh sh-t
pass me the lotion
[chorus]
i heard you was in love (and the baby wipes too)
it’s sad; that guy you love ain’t me (oh this you baby?)
no love for a homie (aight!)
ohhh yeah, i could be the one to make you smi-i-ile, babe
but you like when i’m lo-onley
let me pack my sh-t and fly away
you’ll be back another day
off the market i will be
till then i’mma cry myself to sleep

[verse 2]
i ain’t like other mans who’ll prolly smash and they dash
hit from the back and straight up ask you to pack
like “can i snuggle a little babe?” (ayyyy we can’t have that)
cause i got work in the morning
and i just called you a cab
oh that’s right, late night you got picked on the curb
i’m a full course meal, oh, glad you observed
the only problem with you, every time that you’re served
with a 5 star cuisine, you got a thing for hors d’oeuvres
so please just say it, ummm you like n-ggas
who got nothing but a1 credit
uhhh whipping foreign and counting hunnids
you sure talk a lot for someone partying on her daddy’s budget
[chorus]
i heard you was in love
it’s sad; that guy you love ain’t me
no love for a homie
ohhh yeah, i could be the one to make you smile, oh smile
but you like when i’m lo-onley
let me pack my sh-t and fly away
you’ll be back another day
off the market i will be
till then i’mma cry myself to sleep
but there’s no sleep for the clowns

- uncle ticky

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