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ken car$on - ​​clutch remix lyrics

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[intro: ken car$on]
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)

[verse 1: ken car$on]
rob a n+gga bare face, no mask
i don’t give a f+ck, put the cash in the bag
i pulled up with a stick then pulled off real fast
n+ggas think they the sh+t but they rеally be ass
12 lookin’ for me, i’m doin’ the dash
it’s a cpn, givе a f+ck if i crash
i’m rollin’ off x, i just took a dab
i’m high as f+ck, it’s makin’ me laugh (haha)
i’m in new york, you can get stabbed
i’m in l.a. with a glock on my lap
i’m in the a with a glock on my lap
keep my glock every day anywhere i can have it
i keep my glock on me, i treat it like a bad b+tch
i keep me a glock, i can’t go out sad, b+tch
the last n+gga that ain’t have it ain’t live another day to grasp it
[verse 2: ken car$on]
i clutch on whoever look at me (i clutch every day)
i clutch on whoever look at me (i clutch every day)
i clutch on whoever look at me (i clutch every day)
i clutch on whoever look at me (i clutch every day)
move wrong, you know i’ma shoot
i keep me a stick, i keep me a groot
i’m totin’ that k, ain’t talkin’ kahoot
i f+ck on your bae, i f+ck on your boo

[verse 3: slump6s]
yeah
bullets go right through your roof
you talkin’ down, n+gga, we finna shoot
i got my choppa a dentist, because of the fact when i hit him, it went through his tooth
i can’t go out, can’t go out like you
diamonds a drought, my diamonds a pool
he sayin’ it’s hot, i ain’t talk independent
amari the jeans and i’m stuffin’ my bands in it
dunkin’ this sh+t, man, i’m puttin’ my hand in it
stealin’ my swag, n+gga f+cked ’round and ran with it
they callin’ me the rookie of the year
i tell the baddest ho, “get over here”
these n+gga p+ssy, they be showin’ fear
choppa gon’ hit his sh+t just like a beard
these hoes be plastic like ken, no car$on (boom+boom+boom+boom)
hop out the foreign, i feel like a martian (brrt)
my neck in water, ain’t talkin’ ’bout darwin
you not my ho, lil’ b+tch, you not my darlin’
stay with my gang, i stay with my group
she blow on my d+ck, it’s just like a flute
he is not real, that boy is a fluke
that boy finna freeze, don’t know what to do
yeah
[interlude: slump6s]
i clutch at whoever look at me (yeah, no)
i clutch at whoever look at me (yeah, no)
i clutch at whoever look at me, yeah (no, no)
i clutch at whoever look at me, yeah (yeah, no)
i clutch at whoever look at me (yeah, no)
i clutch at whoever look at me, yeah (yeah, no)
i clutch at whoever look at me, yeah (no, no)
i clutch at whoever look at me (yeah, no)

[outro: slump6s]
these hoes be plastic like ken, no car$on (boom+boom+boom+boom)
hop out the foreign, i feel like a martian (brrt)
my neck in water, ain’t talkin’ ’bout darwin
you not my ho, lil’ b+tch, you not my darlin’
stay with my gang, i stay with my group
she blow on my d+ck, it’s just like a flute
he is not real, that boy is a fluke
that boy finna freeze—



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