dieverse - clumsy lyrics
[intro]
flexin’ money bags yeah i got em’
i saw em’ in the window so you know i had to cop em’
seen a couple tags on the bape i had to pop em’
i had too much cash so you know i had to drop em’
[chorus]
you would think i’m clumsy how i’m droppin’ all this cash
that ice ain’t bouta crash, wrong way, move fast
throw fifteen on the dash, catching feelings imma dash
but shawty roll my gas got me thinkin’ it could last
you would think i’m reckless how i’m breaking all this bread
she actin’ like a g*nius how she give that good head
throw fifteen on the dash, catching feelings imma dash
but shawty roll my gas got me thinkin’ it could last
[g nabe]
shawty roll my gas plumpy thicker than her -ss
i hit her in the dm and she told me she gon’ p-ss
but then she went and seen what’s in my pockets now she all up on my c-ck and then she ride it like a rocket then she told me take her shoppin’ (sikee!)
sure b-tch now i’m ballin’ and my phone she won’t stop callin’ and i’m shootin’ with that spalding hooping like my last name hardin, with yo team be packing rockets said you trippin’ lil hoe stop it
i be stressin’ while she talking smoke that gas and then i cop it
[finesser j]
lil hoe call my bank account she thought it was my phone
nah that’s just my seven figures got em on my own
yo team jockin’ swag y’all some bodies y’all some clones
keep some hoes around but i been on my vlone
[g nabe]
flexin’ money bags yeah i got em’
i saw em’ in the window so you know i had to cop em’
seen a couple tags on the bape i had to pop em’
i had too much cash so you know i had to drop em’
[chorus]
you would think i’m clumsy how i’m droppin’ all this cash
that ice ain’t bouta crash, wrong way, move fast
throw fifteen on the dash, catching feelings imma dash
but shawty roll my gas got me thinkin’ it could last
you would think i’m reckless how i’m breaking all this bread
she actin’ like a g*nius how she give that good head
throw fifteen on the dash, catching feelings imma dash
but shawty roll my gas got me thinkin’ it could last
[g nabe]
drive up to the bank, pull up skrrt, where my money at?
i just bought some weed and i spent about a hundred racks horse shoe on my trues b-tch i’m flexin’ where your money at
i just popped a xans and i’m feelin’ like a zombie man
extra turnin’ [?] i ain’t even make the age limit
got this hoe off molly she want gucci i ain’t payin’ for it
she blow my phone up i ignore it, private flight b-tch yeah i’m soarin’
copped a maybach then i floor it, odell beckham how i score it. yuh
[outro]
you would think i’m clumsy how i’m droppin’ all this cash
that ice ain’t bouta crash, wrong way, move fast
throw fifteen on the dash, catching feelings imma dash
but shawty roll my gas got me thinkin’ it could last
you would think i’m reckless how i’m breaking all this bread
she actin’ like a g*nius how she give that good head
throw fifteen on the dash, catching feelings imma dash
but shawty roll my gas got me thinkin’ it could last
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