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ricky clutch - deadstock lyrics

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you see what’s on my feet?

[chorus]
i been in the trap for some days, i’m making some plays, i’m trying to get me some guap
i been getting some pay, just look at the rays, my pockets yeah they full of them knots
send location where she stay, i hit i don’t lay, oh yeah she got fantastic top
her bestfriend gave me play, i’m gon’ shoot the three, i’m trying to score and beat the clock
i been in the trap for some days, i’m making some plays, i’m trying to get me some guap
i been getting some pay, just look at the rays, my pockets yeah they full of them knots
the way that i move, getting to the blues, i got the streets in a headlock
she say what are your shoes, out the box new, margielas baby these deadstock (yeah!)

[verse]
where the kitman i need me some wock, little baby go crazy when you give me that top
my skin breaking out ’cause i sip dirty pop, she told me to slide her some fruity ciroc (okay!)
i keep a five and my bro toting the glock, we got packs and beans if you trying to come shop
i think it’s time i pull up to the lot, might grab me a chally and go spin the block
i been on the road i ain’t been to sleep, i left her on read ’cause that b+tch is a freak
i’m a natural at it, it’s something you can’t teach, i could flip a few bows probably take me a week
they think that i care i don’t even compete, i’m playing this b+tch like a xbox elite
the punches been good i’m living life sweet, i’m going home if there’s no money in the streets

[chorus]
i been in the trap for some days, i’m making some plays, i’m trying to get me some guap
i been getting some pay, just look at the rays, my pockets yeah they full of them knots
send location where she stay, i hit i don’t lay, oh yeah she got fantastic top
her bestfriend gave me play, i’m gon’ shoot the three, i’m trying to score and beat the clock
i been in the trap for some days, i’m making some plays, i’m trying to get me some guap
i been getting some pay, just look at the rays, my pockets yeah they full of them knots
the way that i move, getting to the blues, i got the streets in a headlock
she say what are your shoes, out the box new, margielas baby these deadstock



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