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theclient – 400 rounds lyrics

[intro]
oh+oh+oh, oh+oh
currently in this b+tch goin’ crazy (yeah, yeah)
yeah, yeah (yeah)
we currently in this b+tch goin’ crazy, ah+ha
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah) yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
(haha, nick, you’re stupid)
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

[chorus]
i’m currently in the booth, goin’ crazy
i smoke all this weed, now i’m wavy
i’m with the loot, [?] this hazy
i have smoked too much lately
i pull up to your block
extended glock, i am gonna blow this sh+t down
the choppa go brah+brah (ah)
yeah, we hittin’ your body
this choppa hold 400 rounds
[?] be shootin’ your block to the ground
leavin’ your happy+ass face with a frown
[?] talkin’, but b+tch, i’m with [?] sh+t
no tay+k but i leavе you with past tense
i f+ck on that b+tch, i leavе her breathless
boy, you be smokin’ so much, need a breath mint
i juggle my guns and drugs, i ain’t got no feelin’s
this wockhardt is all that i’m left with
[verse]
hang around with k!llers, i’ve done it for awhile (brrah)
i don’t need no k!llers, i’ve been on it for awhile (rich)
we pullin’ up in that beamer, [?] mercedes (skrrt)
i can’t just because i’ve got a few, ooh
rolls+royce, we be cruisin’ in style (style)
pull up to the show and them fans goin’ wild (wild)
i step up on the stage and i sleep for awhile
i just made ten racks (racks), it’s easy as that (that)
we smokin’ cherry, yeah, this ain’t no pastiche
that be that top shelf, the best weed
i put an eighth in the blunt, i roll it straight up
yeah, that sh+t making me little sleepy
told me, “we’re done,” but i don’t think she’s over me
’cause she still listens to my piece
i say, “we’re done,” yeah, i moved on
i got designer, b+tch, this ain’t no hypebeast

[bridge]
eyes closed (oh+oh)
oh, oh+oh+oh
yeah, b+tch, i’m the goat (oh+oh)
oh, oh+oh+oh
i don’t think that she knows (don’t think she do)
oh, oh+oh+oh
i’m aboutta glow (i’m ’boutta glow)
oh, oh+oh+oh
[chorus]
i’m currently in the booth, goin’ crazy
i smoke all this weed, now i’m wavy
i’m with the loot, [?] this hazy
i have smoked too much lately
i pull up to your block
extended glock, i am gonna blow this sh+t down
the choppa go brah+brah (ah)
yeah, we hittin’ your body
this choppa hold 400 rounds
[?] be shootin’ your block to the ground
leavin’ your happy+ass face with a frown
[?] talkin’, but b+tch, i’m with [?] sh+t
no tay+k but i leave you with past tense
i f+ck on that b+tch, i leave her breathless
boy, you be smokin’ so much, need a breath mint
i juggle my guns and drugs, i ain’t got no feelin’s
this wockhardt is all that i’m left with

[outro]
(this wockhardt is all that i’m left with)
this wockhardt is all that i’m left with
(this wockhardt is all that i’m left with)
i juggle my guns and drugs, i ain’t got no feelin’s
this wockhardt is all that i’m left with

- theclient lyrics

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