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k ben rose - clutch lyrics

[verse 1] (k ben rose)
paint splatter
blood splatter
the art of dying
and living nascar
show me your twins
pollux and castor
shimmy shimmy yah
old dirty b-st-rd
let’s find a quiet room
let’s face some vodka
she like it militant
she like them hammas
she sip the pinnacle
and say i promise
to f-ck you real good
ima f-ck you real good

[chorus #1]
she so clutch
she so clutch aye
she so clutch
she so clutch aye
she so clutch
she so clutch aye
she so clutch
these other b-tches ain’t winnin
she so clutch
she so clutch aye
she so clutch
she so clutch aye
she so clutch
she so clutch aye
she so clutch
its lights out for these b-tches
clutch (repeated)
show me something show me something something
show me something show me something something
show me something show me something something
show me something show me something something

[verse 2](ren hotep)
show me something show me something
liver swimming in tanqueray
8th breaking on a plate today
got a pound of haze take it to the face
she reminded me of cleo
b-tch better not be no freeloader
tryna have my pockets on e ho
you buggin out with a deep throat
you better show me something
pull a nipple out is you clutch or what?
that -ss fat can i f-ck or what
it’s lights out when i pipe out
beat it up like fight night
beat it up like fight night
beat it up like fight night

[chorus #1]

[chorus #2]

f-ck your favorite rapper i’m your new favorite rapper
you somebody daughter but i’m bout to give you lashes
hours in the bathroom with the makeup and the lashes
baby you a savage
baby you savage (x2)
go (repeating)

[verse #3] (k ben rose)
she know what she doing with them little -ss shorts
little son with her walk past don’t talk
baby father tripping she gone take his -ss to court
dead beat n-gga man he should just be a corpse
don’t worry bout that n-gga he gone f-ck your whole life up
shawty come through we gone f-ck your whole night up
mix it with the lean now it f-cked the whole sprite up
sipping on the lean now it f-cked your whole sight up
-ss so fat caught me staring so embarr-ssed uh
raised as a gentleman the type to buy you flowers uh
but women don’t respect that sh-t and shawty i won’t have it uh
need your face south -ss north like polaris uh
yams yams yams f-ck it up f-ck it up
trey songs j cole i can’t get enough
that was so predictable but i don’t give a f-ck
ask me three days later
and i still won’t give a f-ck

[chorus #2}

- k ben rose lyrics

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