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mdot 59 - clarence lyrics

[chorus]
shake your hips to the beat, baby lightskin and she got nice feet
come f+ck with a hat, fly you out for the week
she know how to eat d+ck, don’t use t++th
i move like the makk, 48 too elite
baby a kreep and she f+ck up the sheets
told bro, “fall back”, lemme walk up and geek
got a lot on my mind, i just want you to see
baby girl we could vanish, i like ’em brownskin, lightskin, spanish
thinkin’ it’s blood on my shoes, these just lanvins
she breakin’ my heart, i’ma throw on the parents
p+ssy too wet, baby girl, i’m not sharing
she get to screamin’, don’t care about her parents
fell in love with a vibe, she funny and caring and she got a fat lil’ bro namеd clarence

[verse]
what the f+ck is a bishop? back of thе ‘hive n+ggas came for the pickup
damo got clapped, tried to spin on the opps, he got left on the floor, they was yellin’ out get up
pop got beat on the streets, should’ve ripped him
shoutout to az, had qj limping
theo got clapped but he talking this tough sh+t, why the f+ck they ain’t fl!ck to the beat of the rhythm? like
jeepers kreepers, who the f+ck wanna duck with the kreeper?
bro saw pop and he showed him a vibe, why the f+ck do you think that he sit on the bleachers?
spinnin’ with big sh+t, look at the bl!ckin’, 4o bark sh+t sound like speakers
creep on a kreep, gotta creep outta bounds, keep your head on a swivel and tote on your heater
told bro fall back, lemme cl!ck on a makk
throw the knock in her purse then i beat on her back
wanna be fs? gotta line up a makk
couldn’t get to lil’ mel, put himself in a pack
tried to up with my gun, why the f+ck would i lack?
if you think i ain’t purge for bro then you smacked
i don’t beef with lil’ tru, man that n+gga a f+g
how you touchin’ that may? get to fl!ckin’ the gat
baow, baow
kreep, kreep, i’m+i’ma fl!ck to the sound of the beat, i don’t care who i hit i just want me a b
i move like the makk, 48 too elite
8highk, i ain’t wanna do it, like, but now n+ggas getting me fed
i got love for the hatboys fl!ckin’ for nu, but i run into chic’ i’ma knock off a dread
[chorus]
shake your hips to the beat, baby lightskin and she got nice feet
come f+ck with a hat, fly you out for the week
she know how to eat d+ck, don’t use t++th
i move like the makk, 48 too elite
baby a kreep and she f+ck up the sheets
told bro, “fall back”, lemme walk up and geek
got a lot on my mind, i just want you to see
baby girl we could vanish, i like ’em brownskin, lightskin, spanish
thinkin’ it’s blood on my shoes, these just lanvins
she breakin’ my heart, i’ma throw on the parents
p+ssy too wet, baby girl, i’m not sharing
she get to screamin’, don’t care about her parents
fell in love with a vibe, she funny and caring and she got a fat lil’ bro named clarence

- mdot 59 lyrics

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