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clay perry - you can find me lyrics

[hook: clay perry] x2

you can find me at
the money, the dro, the honey’s, the clothes
yeah, you can find me. yeah, you can find me
at the money, the dro, the honey’s, the clothes

[verse 1: clay perry]

b-tch know i’m only here to get lit
i’m only here get rich
i’m the one sl1ck fit
that you not grippin’
like my lyrics
ill spirit and a heart of gold
covered nike hoodies
you keep your designer clothes
them hoes
they love it
diamonds and gold ain’t nothin’
wiz dro all summer
is all i want and money enough
to keep my fam above water
like we all in a tub
i hope our pockets stay filthy
like we pocketin dust
i’m on my d-12 watch the rocket erupt
aim is on your gut check the sight and adjust
keep ya head down
and pray it’s enough
i’m ahead now
imma take the cash and run

[hook]

[verse 2: clay perry]

resin is my regiment
never get her pregnant
wreck-less when i’m lifted
flyin’ high just like a pelican
i’m goin’ harder than felons stealin’
weapons and sellin’ them
gettin’ spins like a b-tch
full from the rufilin
i stuck inside her juice in gin
snooped inside her roof again
to find nothing but a house full of f-ckin’ estrogen
f-ck i’m on my reffin sh-t
black or white just take a pick
sorry to the asians
my eyes are gone and still i’m taking pics
smoking for the f-ck of it
you overdose i over flow
when green gets in my lungs with hits
dont f-ck with me but now you know
g.i. joe half the battle
but the party full of hoes
ron washington when you ball
“that’s just how it goes”
smoking reds came from cloves
my lungs are dead the life i chose
if i die i’ll never know so why not p-ss the f-ckin’ blow
hold up nah, that sh-t’s bad for my nostrils
i’d rather smoke 12 blunts just me and my apostles..

[hook]

[verse 3: clay perry]

to all the people who have doubted
or forsake us
you are not invited
so don’t offer us some fake love
i’m not there but pretty soon i’ll be famous
through youtube
and you two
i’m ill
i’m contagious
if you don’t like me
sh-t sucks imma spit until i’m ancient
i’ve been patient
workin’ on this craft
i was the kid in the bas-m-nt
i’m still pacin
like it’s nascar
this the real
i don’t act hard

[hook]

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