clintfrmtha4 - patek lyrics
my time new patek my watch, hood like a dealership leaving the lot
got me a bag and went beat up the block
young n+gga i got the game on lock kurt angle
in ah 392 it’s a strike it’s stinger
before i pay the p+ssy i’ll pay for the maintenance
i want the money i don’t wanna be famous
take off a f+ck n+gga top leave em painless
street punks these n+ggas act like damion
look how i step out f+ck how i came in
i know a couple of these rap n+ggas singing
we them younginns who started this sh+t
before argue with ah hoe i’ll pardon ah bx
then it’s back to the money ian trippin
steady popping yo p+ssy for n+ggas ain’t buying shawty look how you looking
and tell em i need 20 when they start to book me (yeah)
ian asking for less i’ll take 10 if they coming correct
i’m talking all blues n+gga don’t get mad at that hoe cause choose
number 1 in my city not 2 finna you why younginn the truth
ian dropped in a minute but look how i grew (poet)versatile with the sh+t too
catch me riding copilot sliding with yo b+tch in ah coupe
put the boi in my shoes he won’t do what i do
see the way that i’m living and what i been through
i wanna call dave but i can’t i just sit in the dark get high and i think
like where would i be if i didn’t have this drank
need somebody to save me, in this life that we living it’s crazy
b+tches get pregnant and want n+ggas to take care of her and the baby
broke with no money la boy outta pocket he lazy
know a k!ller who died with a switch he got hit with a 380
top dog ian running from nothing gettting to it from monday to sunday
court like a holiday no penny i took the harder way
she wanna leave make her buy her rake but i won’t make her stay
i’m bussing plays in a different state
tell em catch me on the interstate racked out with this 300 blackout
treat her like it’s a little bx at the trap house
f+ck from the back rub my hand through her frontal
only lie ima tell is gone be to your honor
bumpstock arp shooting a hunnid, got the bows for the low come & shop if you wanna
we get it gone, we ain’t sitting on nothing,had a 5 now i stacked up a hunnid
i done poured me a 4 i done turned to a loner, dead president hang in my corner
i need my sp+ce b+++h you giving corona,(big younginn)
my time new patek my watch, hood like a dealership leaving the lot
got me a bag and went beat up the block
young n+gga i got the game on lock kurt angle
in ah 392 it’s a strike it’s stinger
before i pay the p+ssy i’ll pay for the maintenance
i want the money i don’t wanna be famous
take off a f+ck n+gga top leave em painless (x2)
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