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clutch tha god - faded lyrics

(aye cook that sh-t up lou)

woooaaah
woooaaah
woooaaah

[hook]
with yo b-tch outer sp-ce rocket ship woah
in la countin’ cake on some sh-t woah
other day with the gang money flip woah
out of shape ran it up now im fit woah
hop in my coupe and get faded
hop in my coupe and get faded
hop in my coupe
hop in my coupe and get faded
she suckin my d-ck
she suckin my d-ck cause im famous
she suckin my d-ck
she suckin my d-ck cause im famous

[verse i]
pull up and air that sh-t out
pull up and air that sh-t out
im what they talkin’ about
i want the guap not the clout
i walk in this b-tch and get lit
walk in this b-tch with my stick
ho i turn up with the gang
lil shawty she all on my d-ck
yeah i hit it but i dont know her name
im with msft he takin’ a fl!ck
choppa kick like its karate kid
if he try me then yo sh-t will get split
they gon hate cause im tryna get rich
f-ckin’ models you was tryna to hit
pull up on em’ cause he look like a l!ck
n-ggas talkin’ make em run like a b-tch

[verse ii]
flex up
next up
got my check up
you get wet up
try to touch me and my gang he say that he ’bout it i know that he lame
put the red dot to ya brain
yeah, all of my shooters got aim
all of my n-ggas be dangerous
f-ck all that talkin’ and bang it
that’s how you speak in my language
that choppa dont talk it be sangin’
n-ggas be actin’ like b-tches
yeah, stay in the kitchen
if he want beef come and get it
put two in his dome now he missin’

woooaaah
woooaaah

- clutch tha god lyrics

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