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keeley - clique كلمات الأغنية

hoppin’ in that aston martin
lids low lighter fl!ck and sparkin’
sip slow on that soda poppin throwin’ in that
purple slurpin up until my heartbeat stoppin

i came equipped with the gang
diamonds they dance on my chain
i cannot f-ck with the federallies
you won’t ever see me dropping names
ball hard lebron james
give a f-ck about the fame
livin’ expensive imma get rich and then spend all that money again

life, sucks
but i can’t give no f-cks
hop in that whip and spin down the block uh
pull up with the mop and the opp finna drop
smoke hotbox the droptop
love heartbroke and slipknot
f-ck with me on god you get shot
free all the homies locked up in the box

i swear to god that we finna get rich
and the chain staying on when im f-cking yo’ b-tch
you get slain with this glock if you f-ck with my clique
knock his brain out his top with an extended clip

yeah that mag gon’ be empty
run his mouth like don’t you tempt me
you want clout you want attention
on my hip the smith and wesson
let it spit in your direction
pullin’ up on intersections
and his b-tch all in my mentions
he want problems he want tension yeah

that’s some f-ck sh-t
you f-cked with the wrong clique
in the wrong place at the wrong time
you get smoked just like a bong rip
you dumb b-tch

we run sh-t
like usain
got drum clips
big gats
gonna buss quick
bussdown
whole wrist
i won’t ever switch uh
i’ll be myself till im dead and i’m rich, yuh yuh yuh

- keeley

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