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clavish – insta girls lyrics

[verse 1]

uh, lemme talk my stuff, lately i been double checking everyone
all this burner talk and you ain’t grippin’ up on any gun
swadey found a mali, said don’t swing his knife on anyone
well we’ve got three blocks that we beef, so go and get it done
my diamonds dance up in the dark without the flash, you must be drunk
put in more work than a couple drillers so they must be done
i’m letting all the local strangers know that yo i’m not the one
i ain’t gonna save you and plus you cannot be my baby mum
took hiko off the ends, he’s been baking for a while
any time he’s got to go to court, he’s got to go to crown
whеre’s the insta girls that gon’ let mе put some hammers in your house?
i been askin’ but they reckon that that patterns not allowed
no stress, say nun’, i won’t tell them how i feel
do the running man whenever the package is or isn’t sealed
and you put the ‘f’ in fake, so don’t ever think you’re real
you’re only here cuz of your bro, so don’t ever think you’ll heal

[verse 2]

my lighty flinging tantrums, i can’t complain she fling it back as well
i ain’t been around the world but i’ve been to heaven back to h+ll
go ask another n+gga that you f+ck for money for your nails
i might need to run those just in case my ass go back to jail
if rap don’t work for me then i’ll make it in another way
my lil bro on violence, told him save that for another day
don’t come my block, that sh+t the jungle plus the hunger games
all the paigons hate my guts, but all the opps they love my name
s+, that german coupe gon’ get me from a to b
and i drive like mb, there’s really no point racing me
i’m not no edible, these hoes all want a taste of me
real n+ggas turning strange the only thing i hate to see
n+ggas watching from the sideline but wanna rock wit’ me
got tt, go and ask any fein that get their rock from me
fl!ck my knife and use that sh+t, you know there ain’t no rocking me
on badness when t+pain was rappin’ bout apple bottom jeans

[verse 3]

and if i got it on me then the feds can’t’ ever make me freeze
i been getting what i want and who without me saying please
he’s ain’t got amiri’s on but that n+gga got ripping genes
i ain’t got no bm, i been pulling out but receipts
girls on my case for real and i ain’t even chopping girls that never used to take me in when i was going college
got hoes in the states, a couple hookers up in harlem
plus both my ar’s home, just phone me if we got a problem
i got n+ggas on the wing like we had [?] and that sterling guy
i tell the kids stay in school, this hood sh+t ain’t worth the try
couple aunties listening, sorry in advance
but rest up nb, who you think was really out letting them burners fly?
and me and bro got matching bussy’s, big30 and poohey shiest
but my bussdown be incorrect, don’t bother asking “what’s the time?”
valani done my mout’ for me, don’t bother asking “what’s the price?”
when i’m in the club i tell a broke b+tch to close her eyes
it’s getting scary like the conjuring and poltergeist
you’re rapping like you run you’re block, i’m sorry but you’re not that guy
firearms up in the car, i’m sorry but we’re not that nice
she had a thing for me before the jewels and no it’s not the eyes
celine and some dior, in my opinion i’m still not that fly
but if she don’t suck d+ck like it’s her j.o.b that’s not my type
big homie dropped the roof, try and drop one of them youngers too
if i tell you stories you might think i’m capping for the views
these times everything i say is true

- clavish lyrics

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