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cleo's trademark - cheat code lyrics

[intro: a$ap rocky & tyler, the creator]
battle rap, new york n+gga sh+t, let’s go
bad b+tch in the coupe (uh+huh)
coochie the bomb (uh+huh)
hit my lawyer up, had a n+gga give me massage (ahhh)

[hook: cleo’s trademark]
sittin’ here just passin’ the time, not tryna pass up these rhymes
these b+tches don’t like to ride the cleø wave
chillin’ in the bach of the truck
last time i gave a few f+cks about these b+tches that f+ck with the three+oh games
makin’ all this money is easy, me and p keep it breezy
triple zerø, c p and e and k
she mentally f+cked, it’s alright
might go and pick a few fights
f+ck on yo b+tch, mighta found the cheat code (aye)
sittin’ here just passin’ the time, not tryna pass up these rhymes
these b+tches don’t like to ride the cleø wave
chillin’ in the bach of the truck
last time i gave a few f+cks about these b+tches that f+ck with the three+oh games

[verse: pseudodemonio]
lt all it’s missing is an “i” in the middle
yeah it’s me, ’cause you know i’m getting high just a little
sniper rifle in the bag with a drum mag and four clips
gas in the air, black lungs, tuberculosis
got a breeze in my hand and a cup in the truck
couple guns in the trunk and some weed, say “wassup”
dressed down in the flyest clothes, b+tches wanna f+ck
take a peek at my cash flow only going up
see my bread at a mill, can’t stop till it’s two
can’t stop till it’s ten and the boys coming through
another zero get added, i get paid for looking cute
climbing up that f+cking ladder, i’m still robbing like it’s chutes
said i’m no t+bone put a stake in, cut the lights, cut the camera
off tell lil mama we gon do it right
got the power and the drive tell that kitty to submit
i be off the zaa in school on some goofy sh+t
[hook: cleo’s trademark]
sittin’ here just passin’ the time, not tryna pass up these rhymes
these b+tches don’t like to ride the cleø wave
chillin’ in the bach of the truck
last time i gave a few f+cks about these b+tches that f+ck with the three+oh games
makin’ all this money is easy, me and p keep it breezy
triple zerø, c p and e and k
she mentally f+cked, it’s alright
might go and pick a few fights
f+ck on yo b+tch, mighta found the cheat code (aye)
sittin’ here just passin’ the time, not tryna pass up these rhymes
these b+tches don’t like to ride the cleø wave
chillin’ in the bach of the truck
last time i gave a few f+cks about these b+tches that f+ck with the three+oh games

[outro: tyler, the creator]
that’s not gangsta?

- cleos trademark lyrics

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