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letra de clamote - young explicit

[intro]
ay, you never heard of me, you’re under the breeze
i’m always writing rhymes, always on my grind
(103 sh-t)

[verse 1: young explicit]
ay, you never heard of me, you’re under the breeze
i’m always writing rhymes, always on my grind
i don’t got no time
i’ll put you in the crime like optimus prime
this ain’t no scenery, so hop off my line
ay, we passing him back to the breeze
i’m rolling with trifecta
i don’t know you, you are just an accessory
i’m rolling with my khakis, i’m riding with my shorty
i’m bumping the clamote
you went from a dream to reality
i started up as nothing, went up to something
i’m just speaking a lil something dеspite the fact that
i’m dealing with mysеlf, i’m caring for myself
but i’m living for my shorty, bump the clamote
10 to 90, bouta drink a hi-c
treat you like royalty
if you ever leave, it’s gonna be a horsey
never leaving you
i wanna marry you
10-90, if you make me sad i’mma down this cup of lean
it’s been 20 minutes already, i’m missing you already
we never fight over stuff that’s petty
if i ask you slide do you ready?
[verse 2: 03jay]
been with this sh-t since november 17th
all these n—-s never show and trapping with me
but these n—-s know i could k!ll anybody with the glock
23, keep it on my knee
and these n—-s know
i can k!ll anybody up in the scene
we ain’t never leave a clue, why you think we always bang blue?
blue rag in my left pocket, purple rag in my front pocket
ay, dissing left and left, we gon bang left
ay, sh-t, i think your momma said what was that
yeah we shot you in yo back
then you turned into a pac
dang, now your momma moaning now
about a death, she don’t give a f-ck
ay, do you see your friends posting you saying “rest in peace?”
but all is see you your sister rest, rest in p-ss
woah, ay, never come alive
if you come alive again we shoot you alive
and then you go die again
we don’t need you here, die again, die again
we don’t want you here, n—- you gon die again if we want you to
uh

[verse 3: o3jay]
i ain’t even playing when i’m saying this sh-t
cause these n—-s that try and play with us they gon get hit
and we gon dump a whole clip, make with the klinky
and these b-tches really think we got an ar
we gon shoot at this sh-t, we gon shoot at this b-tch
we gon shoot at his momma too if that’s what we want, ay
if we really want the murder guess we gotta get with the bird up
and these hoes really think that they think they gon hurt us
but they really never did sh-t to us, yeah
i got a girl at home that i’m doing this for
and you think i’m worried about you little hoe
i ain’t never f-ck about you
you could go die, i don’t really give a f-ck
go f-ck you and yo momma too
yuh

- young explicit

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