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bandgang lonnie bands - clock in lyrics

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[intro]
(ooh, rj)

[chorus]
b+tch, clock in, you gotta punch
b+tch, it’s time to work, not time to f+ck
bust a rubber band and bust a nut, hey
i’m radio played, i don’t give no f+ck, ayy
’cause, b+tch, i’ve been scammin’ all month
b+tch, i’ve been trappin’ all month, ayy
you gon’ have to rob me, i ain’t gon’ tuck, n+gga
b+tch, i’m in your city with my ice on, you ain’t gon’ touch nothin’

[verse 1]
n+gga, i’ve been buyin’ guns all month, ayy
i’ve been buyin’ drums all month, hey
play it cool, i can’t play the fool
n+gga, play with tools, you could make the news
woo, play with blues, i done stuffed a few
catch a few sh+lls tryna tuck some loot
see a p+ssy n+gga, smack a p+ssy n+gga
all that woofin’ ’bout your bodies, never shook me, n+gga, ayy
cheesecake, send it through the wire, call me weed bae
i done swiped in rogers, ayy, mix za and green bay
hold up, n+gga, you so hot, i never frozed up
seen a hundred ‘bows, a couple ricks and never told nothin’
oh, you nothin’, if you wasn’t jealous, i could show you somethin’
b+tch, i’m a ghetto superstar, your b+tch gon’ show me somethin’
fast break, when i pull up, they got the mad face
the cash way, never really know who want my bag made
[chorus]
b+tch, clock in, you gotta punch
b+tch, it’s time to work, not time to f+ck
bust a rubber band and bust a nut, hey
i’m radio played, i don’t give no f+ck, ayy
’cause, b+tch, i’ve been scammin’ all month
b+tch, i’ve been trappin’ all month, ayy
you gon’ have to rob me, i ain’t gon’ tuck, n+gga
b+tch, i’m in your city with my ice on, you ain’t gon’ touch nothin’

[verse 2]
do my thing on the highway, check my resume
clip long as the driveway, ayy, come make my day
i’ma do this my way, ain’t no other way
pull up, n+ggas slidin’ doors and do the rockaway
and it’s still f+ck everybody, ain’t no passes
and every n+gga with a f+ckin’ strap ain’t no savage
man, these n+ggas d+ck hoppers, all rabbits
man, the street n+ggas turnin’ all f+ggots
ayy, these n+ggas hoes, they can’t help it
y’all them n+ggas gettin’ ate, we the ones belchin’
one false move, i’ma melt ’em
and if they wearin’ all they ice, then we let ’em

[interlude]
and if they wearin’ all they ice, then we let ’em
(rj lamont got these motherf+ckin’ streets talkin’)
[chorus]
b+tch, clock in, you gotta punch
b+tch, it’s time to work, not time to f+ck
bust a rubber band and bust a nut, hey
i’m radio played, i don’t give no f+ck, ayy
’cause, b+tch, i’ve been scammin’ all month
b+tch, i’ve been trappin’ all month, ayy
you gon’ have to rob me, i ain’t gon’ tuck, n+gga
b+tch, i’m in your city with my ice on, you ain’t gon’ touch nothin’
n+gga, i’ve been buyin’ guns all month, ayy
guns all month, ayy
i’ve been buyin’ drums all month, hey
drums all month, hey
(rj lamont)



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