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yrs limitz - clout lyrics

(yrs limitz)
shawdy hit me up
yung rock star sh-t
divide
ha
ima rockstar
yea
shawdy hit me up cuz she know i got some clout now
i don’t wanna talk so i’m bouta f-ckin bounce out
neck is always frozen and it’s shining like a lighthouse
all my n-ggas chillin 407 dirty south now
bon voyage i go
far away now
still hittin my phone
i can’t escape now
that b-tch ran through the team
faster than lightning mcqueen
ima go drop the top on the beam
cruse around town sippin lean
cherry the faygo
extra ice
i’m goin up
i’m high in the sky
when i’m down
i pour it up
when it bleed i double cup
jolly ranchers add enough
slowin down and movin up
yea
all these b-tches fiends and they asking for a sip woah
shawdy hit me up cuz she know i got some clout now
i don’t wanna talk
so i’m bouta f-ckin bounce out
neck is always frozen and it’s shining like a lighthouse
all my n-ggas chillin 407 dirty south now
bon voyage i go
far away now
still hittin my phone
i can’t escape now
cross-body bag around me i got louis and some gucci too
stuff it all with the cash only benjis with reflective blue
im just living life, doing what i wanna do, i’ve been riding round at 100 what you gonna do?
your girl hit me up, coming over, she ain’t telling you
heard you talking sh-t, but holdup, who the f-ck is you?

(yung divide)
just for tonight, i wanna be with you babe
wrap em aside, i hope you staying up late
you on my mind, i don’t got no time to waste
lets watch the sky yea babe we get high yea
pull up look at my rollie
pull up bag it you know it
feeling it baby you show it
ima go doge me a bullet
ima go run it up and we pull up with bands in the side of my pants yea
how is he switching my dope he was hating back then but now wanna be friends yea
show me what you doing baby i don’t even know
love the way you moving baby ima take it slow
yea, yea, take it slow
see what shawdy i almost chose

(yrs limitz)
shawdy hit me up cuz she know i got some clout now
i don’t wanna talk
so i’m bouta f-ckin bounce out
neck is always frozen and it’s shining like a lighthouse
all my n-ggas chillin 407 dirty south now
bon voyage i go
far away now
still hittin my phone
i can’t escape now
that b-tch ran through the team
faster than lightning mcqueen
ima go drop the top on the beam
cruse around town sippin lean
cherry the faygo
extra ice
i’m goin up
i’m high in the sky
when i’m down
i pour it up
when it bleed i double cup
jolly ranchers add enough
slowin down and movin up
yea
all these b-tches fiends and they asking for a sip woah

- yrs limitz lyrics

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