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gbe strap - clarity lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
glockboy sh+t, yeah
you know how we do

[chorus]
diamonds in my ear (yea), make that b+tch stare
runnin’ through weight, i be droppin’ off pounds
money got me geeked, i be high in the clouds
applyin’ my pressure, they likin’ my style
i pour a four in the minute maid now
i get in your b+tch and i’m takin’ her down
pass me the switch and i take off his frown (p+ssy ass)
i got the grams, i got the bags and they know who i am
i’m really lit, i can’t flip for the gram
he thought he was him, we [?] his sh+t
yeah, the doctor couldn’t see him
left his ass stankin’, i wouldn’t wanna be him

[verse]
left his ass stankin’, i wouldn’t wanna be him
i got the bags in thе wrong gym
thirty or more on the floor, when i rе+up
got the spot hot, like i’m sellin’ some pizza
ten dollars can’t get you sh+t but some lil caesar’s
pull out them racks, got that b+tch like ohgeesy
you know the [?], i serve them people
i got the [?], the birds, the beatles
i shoot with precision, ain’t hittin’ no innocent
i got the power like 50 cent (for real)
i’m blowin’ these racks, yeah, i’m really rich (for real)
k!ll every hater and enemy (huh)
if he a opp, he ain’t no kid to me (say what?)
i’m splotting his sh+t, j.f. kennedy (yeah)
leave him stank, now that f+ck n+gga history (d+mn, d+mn)
he flappin’ and think i’m a fisherman (bop, b+tch ass)
n+gga, in the trap i be gettin’ it
trappin’ and fashion, i really be livin’ it
chrome heart accessories, louis v on my britches
ck and the margiela, just in my closet
i know you n+ggas allergic to ballin’
all of my n+ggas got motion like spalding
i pass the ball, no i can’t do no hoggin’
my mob turned me into a trapaholic
lost 10 in vegas, came back with a 40
chris loubitin, i got blood on my bottoms
500 step, every time i be walkin’
trap university, graduated with scholar
we got the money, it came with more problems
came out the mud, came straight from the bottom
[chorus]
diamonds in my ear (yea), make that b+tch stare
runnin’ through weight, i be droppin’ off pounds
money got me geeked, i be high in the clouds
applyin’ my pressure, they likin’ my style
i pour a four in the minute maid now
i get in your b+tch and i’m takin’ her down
pass me the switch and i take off his frown
i got the grams, i got the bags and they know who i am
i’m really lit, i can’t flip for the gram
he thought he was him, we [?] his sh+t
yeah, the doctor couldn’t see him
left his ass stankin’, i wouldn’t wanna be him

[outro]
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