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clapgodnate - vegas - demo version lyrics

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came in hot asf
do not press ya luck
wrote these bars so fast felt like im inna f+ckin rush
rush hour
i hit it for an hour
she said that she feelin icky
i said go n take a shower
tell the reaper come n get me
many man wanna k!ll me like im 50
cream all i think about b+tch is u wit me

slay u wit this verbal herbal
jumpin thru these f+ckin hurdles
d+ck so deep
clapgod made her squirtle
what else would u expect from me
except rewriting history
i know u gon hate me
cuz the way yo shorty look at me

marlboro hat thats my staple thats the fit
steady makin hits
do not hit my phone u not in the clique
should i talk about yo b+tch n how she omd
nah
hit em wit the switch

if you f+ckin wit a model b+tch
u better have some confidence
i dont even matter just how deep yo f+ckin pockets is
take off onna rocketship, abolish it
im high again
feed my b+tch some vicodin
alright again
hoes dont get cold so i gave shorty my cardigan
prolly gone as f+ck so i forgot how to slide again

toe to toe wit the foes
growin old everyday
too coo for these fool yea u know how i do
nothin on the news but the mf blues whats new
i got no degree certified where i need to be mental machinery
swarmin in yo head like them billa keez
i got enemies
but they always act like they a friend to me
off this hennessy

socrates philosophy prophecies n atrocities
all k!ller no filler
all my friends are drug dealers
still bumpin oldies
cuz its what my momma told me

i personally feel that
the f+ckin worlds endin

u know i be gettin faded
u know that yo momma hate me
u know when im out in vegas i be gettin paid man i be gettin paid man

- clapgodnate lyrics

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