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clintn lord - ay caramba lyrics
[chorus: clint’n lord]
ay caramba, i need a helicopter (ya, ya)
ay caramba, i need a model thottie (ya, ya)
time to turn up (ya, ya) time to turn up (ya, ya)
my time to turn up (ya) yeah my turn to turn up (ya, ya)
ay caramba, i need a f-ckin’ yacht (ya, ya)
ay caramba, i need a bugatti (ya, ya)
time to turn up (ya, ya) time to turn up (ya)
yeah my time to turn up (ya) yeah my turn to turn up (ya)
yeah my time to turn up
[verse 1: clint’n lord]
i’m too young to have my richess
you don’t trap, you don’t get it (nah)
f-ck the world, birth clint’n
you’re a rapper, you don’t live it
i’m too young to have these b-tches
i’m too young to have these b-tches
i’m too young to have these b-tches
i’m too young to have these b-tches
i’m too young to be that n-gg-
i’m too young to be that n-gg-
i’m too young to be ambitious
i’m too young to say “f-ck ya’ll”
i’m too young to be that n-gg-
why you wanna’ be that n-gg-?
i’m too young to have this stress
i’m too young to have the world
used to all to be a trapper, n-gg-s hungry doesn’t matter
keep a chopper, run up in, i’m a godd-mn demon
how they threw some to christina, 50-50 with the nina
people call me a g*nius, got a bunch of n-gg-s with me
i’m too young to be like jesus, kiss eachother when i’m with it
lot of b-tches when i’m winnin’, they say “clint’n is you with it?”
i’m too young to f-cking hit it, i’m too young to f-cking hit it
everyone’s sellin’ they soul, who want a mouth full of gold
[chorus: clint’n lord]
ay caramba, i need a helicopter (ya, ya)
ay caramba, i need a model thottie (ya, ya)
time to turn up (ya, ya) time to turn up (ya, ya)
my time to turn up (ya) yeah my turn to turn up (ya, ya)
ay caramba, i need a f-ckin’ yacht (ya, ya)
ay caramba, i need a bugatti (ya, ya)
time to turn up (ya, ya) time to turn up (ya)
yeah my time to turn up (ya) yeah my turn to turn up (ya)
yeah my time to turn up
[verse 2: saint jhn]
all of my n-gg-s, the f-ck do you know?
you only know me from flippin’ the floor
i was up there with the trappers and scavengers
stand on the corner and flippin’ the door
i’ve been out here with the cameras and canons and scannin’
my n-gg- just watch your approach
say at the boss, thotties and 40’s
let’s get it come in and make me a toast
pull up in a dry, that sh-t might be polkadot
gucci down the socks, rolex so you know to watch
you know i’m the one, gotta’ spend it while you’re young
boy i just begun, she like c-m and bubblegum
you that n-gg-, if them b-tches down, they stay there
i’m that n-gg-, might send a good girl 10 bands over paypal
gotta’ know what i’m on though
know a n-gg- been real from the start to the outro
n-gg- ballin’ like [?]
if you love me baby-girl gotta shoot me with your [?]
n-gg- don’t know what i’m ’bout
gold teeth like i come from the sub now
you look like you in a drug debt
i’ma [?] keepin’ count though
keep no f-ck-sh-t around me
i might just buy the sh-t the hard ways
[chorus: clint’n lord]
ay caramba, i need a helicopter (ya, ya)
ay caramba, i need a model thottie (ya, ya)
time to turn up (ya, ya) time to turn up (ya, ya)
my time to turn up (ya) yeah my turn to turn up (ya, ya)
ay caramba, i need a f-ckin’ yacht (ya, ya)
ay caramba, i need a bugatti (ya, ya)
time to turn up (ya, ya) time to turn up (ya)
yeah my time to turn up (ya) yeah my turn to turn up (ya)
yeah my time to turn up
[verse 3: kyle the hooligan]
ridin’ ’round in a foreign, sh-t wasn’t even mine
hotbox a 100 times, all that n-gg- know is crime
i swear the god i ain’t lyin, never could stop wildin’
n-gg-s wanted all this beef, ’til these n-gg-s started dyin’
your b-tch f-cked me ’cause i’m ’bout it yeah
your b-tch f-cked me ’cause i’m so lit yeah
your b-tch f-cked me ’cause she know it yeah
pullin’ up with the xans, they in the coca cola can
your b-tch know who i am
drivin’, can’t even stand, poppin’ out at these bands
pull up at up-n-down, papa sissy was the [darby]
say he swaggin’, n-gg- hardly
she in my face told her partly
i walk in, they surround me
mobbin’ deep like a army
drinkin’ lean, color up on me
attire, black, like a sharpie
my b-tch lookin’ like a barbie
the crowd feedin’ when they saw me
lookin’ for the baddest b-tches
you’s a hoe for my riches
i want the head sendin’ kisses
i f-cked the b-tch in my k-swiss
i’m poppin’ it, you can’t do this
i said, i’m poppin’ it, you can’t do this
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