zay corleone - clutch lyrics
[intro]
uh, what’s hannin bro
cedes
yea
[chorus]
yea i do it big but i’m from florida not from bed stuy
you can’t take a step in my shoes cause they dead stock
i don’t want to f-ck but you’ll be clutch with some neck tie
i cannot leave out the door without some top lock
naw, i ain’t with working and sh-t
i still got purp in this b-tch
drop off that sack i got 30 -ssist
im tryna score like lebron and nem
some people dont care what kind it is (they dont even care)
i’m tryna smoke on the finest sh-t
i want that pack with the sign on it (i need dat pack, medical)
[verse 1]
yea, smoke until i dont remember
911 porsche it ain’t september
i get more head than r kelly big sister
smoking color purple cut like mister
vvs’s cold, it make em shiver
cedes on the beat it flow like a river
google my kicks you don’t know where to get em
i can’t be giving my d-ck to these b-tches cause now they be thinking they go with a n-gga
i ain’t with splittin’ a cent with you n-gga cause you ain’t believe i would go and get bigger
you was with me we was blowin’ on swishers (remember that)
lost all my hoes when i found me some scrilla
she use to smoke out the pound with the dealer
hangin with new n-ggas you gone be bitter
temporary time never compliment the grind
n-ggas wanna shine but they following in line (get in your lane boy)
yea, i’m going hard for mine
derek foreal i don’t nickel and dime
corleone got boston georgia pine
[chorus]
yea i do it big but i’m from florida not from bed stuy (pensacola n-gga)
you can’t take a step in my shoes cause they dead stock
i don’t want to f-ck but you’ll be clutch with some neck tie
i cannot leave out the door without some top lock
naw, i ain’t with working nsh-t
i still got purp in this b-tch
drop off that sack i got 30 -ssist
im tryna score like lebron and nem
some people dont care what kind it is
i’m tryna smoke on the finest sh-t
i want that pack with the sign on it (i need dat pack medical)
[verse 2]
yea, i hear you rappin but know you be cappin’
you n-ggas ducks i cannot be a daffy
your b-tch in the club shaking her laffy taffy
she at your house and she calling you daddy
but i got the mouth and my n-gga just smacked it
thought you was gangster, i thought you was having
you ain’t no player you just playing madden
going out sad boy i can’t imagine
i’m pushing a foreign it ain’t automatic
it got a sport mode so i grabbed it
you hear the torque though, when i smash it
you gotta stick his nose out in traffic
red seats like the nose got a fraction
i hear em talking but dont see no action
come f-ck with me b-tch you knowing whats hannin
(come f-ck with me b-tch you knowing whats hannin)
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