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sb (uk) - clout lyrics

[intro]
(this what you call finetunedaudio)
(sk beats did this one)

[verse]
i’m not like them, so i’m never competin’
el jefe love me, man, i’ve been in them meetings
drinks in the evening
phone jumpin’ when i be sleepin’
hour+thirty drive for a two+minute briefing
a2m2 to get to that island
everybody’s got you ’til it’s time to start ridin’
no one’s on glidin’ or slidin’
so now you’re on your own like
f+ck everyone, man, it’s timin’
i’m not like them, they tell a bag of lies
the only time i lied was to the prosеcutin’ side
it worked, though, played it right, got just ovеr five
talkin’ code in a blue phone to give a green light
got problems with me? they get dealt with on sight
’cause they know my bark’s just as big as my bite, so
do me or mine wrong, i will put it right
pull up on you, turn a bad day into a good night
i’m not like them, they all do it for clout
they talk birds and bread, but dry cry in a drought
i really wanna draw ’em out
but s said if i got nothin’ nice to say, then i should close my mouth
they should know what i’m about
fact check joel me if you have a doubt
real ones can really vouch (come on)
and that’s why i get love in south
one phone call make the k!llys l!ck shots like they’re peter crouch
we’re not the same, their lifestyle’s facade
how you got beef, but got no tints on the car? (how?)
time on a twos? thought your paper was large
and man are telling, that’s why they keep beatin’ the charge
man are liars, so i rub ’em out
then replace ’em like they’re old tyres
some gyal are tired
broke hoes, dem gyal expired (hah)
i came home, blew bands on some car hires
the link called, moneygram haffi get wired
we’re not the same, how you don’t understand?
never told on the gang, i can’t speak for dem man
d+mn, they need to free my right hand
that wasn’t part of the plan
i can’t wait ’til you land, fam (free ’em)
now these n+ggas movin’ funny
changin’ numbers on me when they owe me money
thought he was a top boy, n+gga, you ain’t sully
over thirty on the block and they’re still livin’ bummy, look
we’re not the same, don’t compare them to me
took my ting off private so these b+tches can pree
watchin’ my whole life, coming like a documentary
and they never miss a story, they forget i can see
thirty+three off for an early guilty plea
and then three days in, i’m finessin’ servery
and locked doors and ko+lee give me ptsd
and it’s still free g until they let g free (rrah)

- sb uk lyrics

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