Lyrics:
lowkey B*** but I get real wild fly lil B**** I’m designer down and if the B*** bad ima take her out Louis 13 make a bad B**** clown bottega my feet when I
know it may not help, but at least I can try though
Cuz every time I spit a line, I get a real big high bro (High)
Yeah I'm a clown the way I eat these
see you
Catch 'em bad, walk down, face 'em with that heater
The devil under your feet, you're on your way to see him (let's go)
Stretch me one, I
me
Got eyes with pride, cuz I'm back on my feet
And if you know me, you know what I mean
Well, I'm getting older by the minute it seems
Look how far
that men do, hell is where the men go
We snatched him by his hands and feet and threw him out the window
Up, up, and away cause I don't play, clown
Bitches get ready for the throw down, the shit's about to go down
Me and Snoop about to clown
I'm losin' my religion
I'm vicious on these stool pigeons
cases
Bitches get ready for the throw down, the shit's about to go down
Me and Snoop about to clown
I'm "Losing My Religion", I'm vicious on these
Bitches get ready for the throw down, the shit's about to go down
Me and Snoop about to clown
I'm losin' my religion
I'm vicious on these stool pigeons
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
tell by gloves
And now we gotta spark it up like a welder does
Yeah I'm workin'
Without a warrant you ain't searching
Catch me under waves on the floor
Bitch im the motherfucking man hoe
Red bottoms on the feet mike amiri when im jumping out the lamb hoe
Real street certified hood nigga i go places
and feet and threw him out the window
Up, up, and away cause I don't play, clown
Buck, buck, buck, take that with you on the way down
I'm hoping you
yeah
When you boil it down
We descend from clowns to dogs
By Gumo //Montevideo-Uruguay\\
you when your feet don't know where
Step by step just walk your road
Step by step, just walk out that door
Step by step, walk your road
At the end
bitch-nigga playin' with a rich nigga like me
Ya wind up six feet, clown
Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me
Step to the front of the line, let me
darkness, it lurches, driven by death itself
Only the satisfaction of slaughter will cause it to return to
To the darkness from which it came
Boogie
Niggas left with they ass bleeding
Lyrical fucking (Woah)
Open up, first to bust, let me see your heart
Turn the lights down 'cause I
Might clown in
that savage shit, I gotta represent
Y'all want some rider shit well here it is then
How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too
How you ridin'?
feet for a masterpiece
Running out of time fast in this up and down world
Every day another clown tries to redefine class
The rest imitate trends
But why
[Verse One:]
Listen to the preacherman
But are you talkin' to me
I can't hear you with a mouth full of pig's feet
If I should need the swine flesh
Listen to the preacherman
But are you talkin' to me
I can't hear you with a mouth full of pig's feet
If I should need the swine flesh
Your body
can't hear you with a mouth full of pig's feet
Thy shouldn't eat the swine flesh
Your body is a mess but you're blessed
With the Father, Son, Spirit
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
to attend
I know sometime soon you and I will meet
Do you know the meaning of upside down
Time to grow up and be the clown
Prepare to say hello to little feet
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