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tbb cole – no clue lyrics

yuh yea yea
aye talk to em n#gga
yuh yea yea
aye me and my n#gga emoney on dis mf yea yea(tbb n#gga)
yea yea aye aye
hook:
speak lil n#gga who you (speak)
why the f#ck you think you a goon (why you do it)
imma shoot this fye in a straight d#mn line and the feds won’t have no clue (on god)
no witness ain’t no proof (none)
my sprite a 4 not a 2 (issa 4)
these n#ggas be speakin on plays that’s that sh#t i cannot do(yea yea yea yea)
really step you can’t walk in my shoes (at all)
n#gga flex take em down for dem blues (gimme dat)
imma chef cookin dope like sum food(oooo)
f#ck and duck i’m not trynna be rude
baby trippin like she was my boo (the f#ck)
p#ssy tight she got grip i salute (oooo)
keep a pipe on my hip imma shoot ( fa fa)
police search but they ain’t got no clue(dumbass)

ain’t got no mf cluex3 yea yea yea

and you know that im scootin n bootin(watch me scoot)
get it fast while im acting a foolie(get it fast)
run it back cuz i’m all about cash smoking this sticky you know thats it’s gooey (ughh)
suckin d#ck yea she makin a movie (suck it up)
mix it up in da yo like a smoothie(mix it up)
b#tches be tuggin n pullin a n#gga trynna take of my duuey (b#tch stop)

imma pimp that’s my hoe i’m her dad(pimp)
give a b#tch sum she might never had
take him down i ain’t wearing no mask(come here)
he a b#tch make that boy p#ss his pants(haaa)
up draw down with the glock and he ran(ba ba)
get a n#gga knocked off for a band(ba ba)
junkies knockin sh#t off for them xans
in the trap wrapping dope in saran(trappp)

say e we goin crazy back in black just like the 80’s
you pop out i’m gon pop out they don’t want us to get crazy
we can’t be lazy(we can’t be what)
b#tch u brazy (b#tch u thought)
you must done lost yo gahd#mn mind b#tch u crazy (you insane)

hook:
speak lil n#gga who you (speak)
why the f#ck you think you a goon (why you do it)
imma shoot this fye in a straight d#mn line and the feds won’t have no clue (on god)
no witness ain’t no proof (none)
my sprite a 4 not a 2 (issa 4)
these n#ggas be speakin on plays that’s that sh#t i cannot do(yea yea yea yea)
really step you can’t walk in my shoes (at all)
n#gga flex take em down for dem blues (gimme dat)
imma chef cookin dope like sum food(oooo)
f#ck and duck i’m not trynna be rude
baby trippin like she was my boo (the f#ck)
p#ssy tight she got grip i salute (oooo)
keep a pipe on my hip imma shoot ( fa fa)
police search but they ain’t got no clue(dumbass)

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no they don’t want no smoke(on god)
i’m in this b#tch i brought the glizzy strapped up in my coat(strapped)
her p#ssy fishy i can’t hit it so i had to go(ewww)
lil nasty b#tch she like to l!ck it so she give me throat(slop slop)

yea she so nasty but i’m classy(she what)
i get dope and then i pass it(i dish it)
make it disappear like magic
cast a spell she turn to ashes(i cast it cast it)
i’m so flashy(so what)
i’m so braggy(aye i’m so braggy)
these b#tches looking for me b#tch just send the addy(aye bih send it)

why his pants so baggy he stay saggin
keep that ratchet n money on him he having(racks racks)
all the sh#t he got it ain’t come from rapping
yelling gang but they sweet n they all f#ggots

they yelling to who
better know we gon shoot
better handle yo crew watch his chest turn to food
problems get sloved by a couple of fools(of fools)
and the forensics ain’t having no clue(no clue no clue)

- tbb cole lyrics

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