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fts shawn - art da clown lyrics

[intro]
(fts fts fts n+gga fraud to survive
gotta do what you gotta do to provide n+gga)

[chorus]
and i’m a demon, every time i bend, they call me art the clown
(art the clown)
brody put a beam on a n+gga face, made him frown suppressor on the bl!ck, you know i had a mask the f+ckin’ sound (mask that sh+t)
kick that n+gga out the trap, he ain’t wanna sell the pound

[verse]
n+gga, before i had the switch, i was out here in the field
having to finger f+ck the gl!ck, (had to finger f+ck that sh+t) you put your trust in a b+tch n+gga, stop thinking with your d+ck, (d+ckhead) and i just went to the mall casually calmly, spent ten on a fit (calm sh+t) this sh+t light to me, cause n+gga, i be hitting
all these l!cks, b+tch, looked down at my feet and said what it is
i said, baby, it’s rick, don’t еven f+ckin’ trip (dont even)
not thеse broke ass n+ggas got nothing going for them, got no drip (bum ass n+ggas) and this lil’ b+tch like to please me, so she gon’ blow the tip (blow that sh+t) these n+ggas all my sons, so what i call them, all my jits (these n+ggas all my sons) you want the beef to end, n+gga, just be a f+ckin’ b+tch
(you want the beef to end, n+gga, just be a f+ckin’ b+tch)
and when i p+ss, it’s pink, cause i mix the percs with the lean
fiends want cop some green, tell them n+ggas cross the street pressing pills and doing fraud already, know, that’s my scheme (thats my sh+t) this ain’t 2016, n+gga, no, we don’t wear supreme (i dont wear that sh+t) my whole team hoop, n+gga, they call us the dream team
we them young bouls that play like that n+gga zach levine hit a n+gga in his top, they call that n+gga mr. clean
ain’t no broke n+gga, know, i only wear mcf+ckin’ queen
anthony saw me at the park, n+gga, then his heart stopped (n+gga then his heart stopped) what’s his name? gave up that 45, n+gga, not smart brandon’s fat ass got overweight from eating all them pop+tarts (brandon’s fat ass got overweight from eating all them pop+tarts)

[chorus]
and i’m a demon, every time i bend, they call me art the clown
(art the clown)
brody put a beam on a n+gga face, made him frown suppressor on the bl!ck, you know i had a mask the f+ckin’ sound (mask that sh+t)
kick that n+gga out the trap, he ain’t wanna sell the pound

- fts shawn lyrics

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