Tiberius Newport Clout by TayoFromOhio Lyrics
Intro:
What?!!!!! ...Nigga I got it
Verse 1:
Empire rockin’ Umpire
On fire, No LeBron fire, I’m on, sire
Dawg, I son choirs
Sun, moon and the starts
Talking bars, rocking scars, walking farther than Mars
Living large on a Space Mission
Cooking so much I need 8 kitchens, man I hate chickens
No mistake on a take I ain’t faking it
What’s sweet to me, a treat to me
Phone a friendly I’m spending
No haters rear ending
From friendships w/ bending
And y’all broke the rules that was treason
Had me out like a White, ‘‘tis the season
On season’s greetings, y’all in y’all feelings
Can’t speak on Swaghili so feel me
Y’all ain’t in the game so y’all better stop stealing
Sexual healing
Ain’t Bobby Bowlins, but we all on the outs, nigga good looking out
Us and Idris have clout
And when I have to have it
Do the math to have it, do the rafters have it?! Man I’m living lavish
Yeah I’m living lavish
And we talking Travis
Yeah we talking Travis
Man I’m living lavish
Yeah I’m living lavish
And we talking, rocking, clocking living
(Will the nigga on the get rocking)
Ain’t no stopping popping shopping dropping gaupin’ call the cops I’m coppin’
(Ya don’t say?!?!)
Clout ...Clout ...Clout ...Clout ...Clout
...Clout ...Clout ...Clout ...Clout
...Clout ...Clout ...Clout
Forget it w/ the bricks I’m hitting spitting on these chickens micken mackin’ on these raps attacking clack I run the trap like Gatlin
Clout ...Clout ...Clout ...Clout ...Clout
...Clout ...Clout ...Clout ...Clout
...Clout ...Clout ...Clout
Forget it w/ the bricks I’m hitting spitting on these chickens micken mackin’ on these raps attacking clack I run the trap like Gatlin
Verse 2 Intro:
Hey, it ain’t even up for discussion, I’m too Holy, if your whole life is a lie and you can’t handle the truth, then get out the booth, I’m coming through, what it do, in 3 ...2
Verse 2:
My mugshot was looking fresh
They ain’t impressed they called the Feds
Hating on me making bread
Fake a case no mistake I’m the best
Smoking Newport 100 Reds
Find me out in Newport, dawg I’m blessed
Blessed life, never stressed
Statues of me, statuesque
Presidential ain’t missed a step
I’m presently precedent
Ladies calling me up, Heaven sent
Numbers going up money well spent
Won the Lotto we’ll shoot w/ a rent
Paid it off, just ask the parents
No I do not have to pay no rent
Y’all in my house got to represent
For our kids no 9 months on a stint
On the bright side white ain’t opposite
And I’m dropping y’all copping it’s lit
And it’s on like Kiton w/ the kit
Wanna play for the Reds this is it
Baby it’s gravy with grits
No need to ask ‘Yo who it is
No question I pop a pop quiz
And I show out they call it showbiz
Yeah we got stories for the kids
Blood work all negative, I’m all in
Stay positive do good it’s a win
To holy won’t pay for no sins
“Not I” clause in the Cin we don’t sin
Winning seasons are in like 9th innings beginning to close it’s a win that I’m getting
Sporting Newports, never short
Unless old girl rocking read shorts
Hating on the realest a dead sport
What y’all hungry for, blood sports?!
Ain’t no Bloods and Crips, I rock every shade
And I’m getting paid, like every day
And they show me love, every single day
Cuz I’m killing it, in every way...
Outtro:
For the win, it’s going in, alls in, on my Holier than thou, just wait on it, from far out, got my bars out, living large, now, who’s in charge, now ...I walk in and I walk off ...ya don’t say?!(.)
What?!!!!! ...Nigga I got it
Verse 1:
Empire rockin’ Umpire
On fire, No LeBron fire, I’m on, sire
Dawg, I son choirs
Sun, moon and the starts
Talking bars, rocking scars, walking farther than Mars
Living large on a Space Mission
Cooking so much I need 8 kitchens, man I hate chickens
No mistake on a take I ain’t faking it
What’s sweet to me, a treat to me
Phone a friendly I’m spending
No haters rear ending
From friendships w/ bending
And y’all broke the rules that was treason
Had me out like a White, ‘‘tis the season
On season’s greetings, y’all in y’all feelings
Can’t speak on Swaghili so feel me
Y’all ain’t in the game so y’all better stop stealing
Sexual healing
Ain’t Bobby Bowlins, but we all on the outs, nigga good looking out
Us and Idris have clout
And when I have to have it
Do the math to have it, do the rafters have it?! Man I’m living lavish
Yeah I’m living lavish
And we talking Travis
Yeah we talking Travis
Man I’m living lavish
Yeah I’m living lavish
And we talking, rocking, clocking living
(Will the nigga on the get rocking)
Ain’t no stopping popping shopping dropping gaupin’ call the cops I’m coppin’
(Ya don’t say?!?!)
Clout ...Clout ...Clout ...Clout ...Clout
...Clout ...Clout ...Clout ...Clout
...Clout ...Clout ...Clout
Forget it w/ the bricks I’m hitting spitting on these chickens micken mackin’ on these raps attacking clack I run the trap like Gatlin
Clout ...Clout ...Clout ...Clout ...Clout
...Clout ...Clout ...Clout ...Clout
...Clout ...Clout ...Clout
Forget it w/ the bricks I’m hitting spitting on these chickens micken mackin’ on these raps attacking clack I run the trap like Gatlin
Verse 2 Intro:
Hey, it ain’t even up for discussion, I’m too Holy, if your whole life is a lie and you can’t handle the truth, then get out the booth, I’m coming through, what it do, in 3 ...2
Verse 2:
My mugshot was looking fresh
They ain’t impressed they called the Feds
Hating on me making bread
Fake a case no mistake I’m the best
Smoking Newport 100 Reds
Find me out in Newport, dawg I’m blessed
Blessed life, never stressed
Statues of me, statuesque
Presidential ain’t missed a step
I’m presently precedent
Ladies calling me up, Heaven sent
Numbers going up money well spent
Won the Lotto we’ll shoot w/ a rent
Paid it off, just ask the parents
No I do not have to pay no rent
Y’all in my house got to represent
For our kids no 9 months on a stint
On the bright side white ain’t opposite
And I’m dropping y’all copping it’s lit
And it’s on like Kiton w/ the kit
Wanna play for the Reds this is it
Baby it’s gravy with grits
No need to ask ‘Yo who it is
No question I pop a pop quiz
And I show out they call it showbiz
Yeah we got stories for the kids
Blood work all negative, I’m all in
Stay positive do good it’s a win
To holy won’t pay for no sins
“Not I” clause in the Cin we don’t sin
Winning seasons are in like 9th innings beginning to close it’s a win that I’m getting
Sporting Newports, never short
Unless old girl rocking read shorts
Hating on the realest a dead sport
What y’all hungry for, blood sports?!
Ain’t no Bloods and Crips, I rock every shade
And I’m getting paid, like every day
And they show me love, every single day
Cuz I’m killing it, in every way...
Outtro:
For the win, it’s going in, alls in, on my Holier than thou, just wait on it, from far out, got my bars out, living large, now, who’s in charge, now ...I walk in and I walk off ...ya don’t say?!(.)