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clairmont the second - clockout (feat. cola h.) lyrics

[intro]

gheeze

[verse 1: clairmont the second]
struggling to go halves on a d+mn medium
i don’t believe n+ggas, always talking out they ass
clips that i have only folded up cash
i don’t use straps, in highschool we threw hands
i know i look handsome, that’s what i am
girls won’t admit it, say i look different
just tell me that i’m hot and be on with your business
i know you got a boyfriend, he shouldn’t be offended
y’all need a break like clockout for 30 minutes
party not popping less i’m in it
so parties ain’t as good as people spin it
feel like an o.g like i still wear fitteds, fake without a sticker
girls with an iphone 11 talking ‘bout life’s hard, but i bet they ate dinner
barely worked a day like early 2000 printers
in the middle of my business, you could hold a middle finger

[chorus]
full clip on my hip bone
shoulda put viola on the hundred bill
been home
been a couple months, block hot still
i’m a big deal, card a big till
drink not in the combo, that food gon’ fill
we don’t tell police, we tell the family
they can do what they please, we let ‘em handle it
i don’t want that beef, just a reality
never been about damage, only ‘bout salary
[verse 2: cola h.]
i hate when n+ggas think they can do what i do
there’s too much confidence coming right out of school
they wanna get their wits out, talk back and b+tch out
til i corner ‘em and smack ‘em up and tell ‘em quit now
this game ain’t made for the weak
that’s why you won’t even parlay for a week
it’s not okay to say you wanna take it to the streets
cuz i’ve been praying for some prey to k!ll and eat
speaking of praying, i used to pray before i sleep
now i doze off to vids of lions k!lling and eating bulls
you impressed by the swag or the clothes
they don’t come separate so it’s okay to say both
so match me, surpass me, or miss me and go away
i’m grown, done with kid games and short plays
well travelled so my accent ain’t from no place
you squares ain’t got no passports and poor taste
b+tch

(chorus)

- clairmont the second lyrics

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