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bear claw - gives you hell lyrics

[verse 1]
trust me, trust me i know a freshy
she trust me, trust me cause she’s a freshman
i got a hundred different women and they all want my payments
poking holes in my rubbers, yeah i know what fake is
when i started making money they thought i was a crazy kid
didn’t go to an ivy league, but you know my agent did
i didn’t win the most likely to be successful
but i’m probably the most likely to be the best dressed
well, they tossed me out the courtroom, too flagrant
i was happy to leave ‘cause i didn’t like the fragrance
can’t go outside if i don’t have my ray-bans
can’t go outside without seeing all the same brands
polo, nike, nike and polo
the uspa man that’s a big no-no
when the rapper’s rapping out [?] where did the flow go?
or think the rap game startin’ to lose its mojo
i just rap to afford the c-ke
with no jacket on when i hit my ski slopes
i need kayak for new alpha chi
when i’m leaning on the couch don’t forget my ice
say, ok, i got a bottle of the rozay
ok, i got a bottle of the jose cuervo, where though?
i murder that p-ssy call it muerto

[bridge]
“this is muerte.”
“morty!”
“no, no morty, muerte! death!”
“yeah right, death…”

[verse 2]
i went from trapping to rapping just because it made sense
‘cause rapping was better at paying my rent
you make s-xual songs alone in your bas-m-nt
then sell them on itunes for 69 cents
every girl is a b-tch, not every b-tch is a girl
got pesos and euros from every girl in the world
i guess you couldn’t guess this white kid got arrested
when i pay may bail just by givin’ the cop my f-cking necklace
my necklace, check this
you ain’t on the guest list
the only club you get into is if it’s for breakfast
flow unpredictable, so no you can’t guess this
i mess with, did you not get the f-cking message?
don’t get a sports car if you stay in the right lane
perks of percs is just to fight the pain
you swear to god that my team ain’t winning
but we take no l’s, we just smoke ‘em in a minute
this is a teacher that said i’d never amount to nothin’
well now i’m making more money than her f-cking husband
and mama say i go out way too much clubbin’
and you know i was raised on a whole lot of lovin’
and sorry mama, had to open up the stove
and whipping on the stove trynna buy myself a home
and if you ain’t talking money what the f-ck you talking for?
i’ma get it all up then give it to my squad

- bear claw lyrics

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