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Lyrify.me

Clownz by X-Mane Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2016

(Hook)

N*ggas...that be...rappin'...like...this...lack...lyrics...b*tch/

And most of them n*ggas come down south with that silly sh*t//

Let me get that sh*t... (repeat)

These n*ggas wack n*gga rap n*ggas actin' like dun dun da dun dun clownz/

These n*ggaz y'all rockin' with now..they remind me of this sound//

And it go like dun dun dunna dunna dun dun dunna dunna dun dun dunna dunna clownz/ (Drop)

(Verse)

These n*ggas make me sick like how the f*ck these n*ggas make this sh*t/

Matter fact why the f*ck n*ggas like that sh*t..I don't know even how to write that sh*t//

Maybe I'm pissed 'cuz the n*ggas that's making this sh*t ain't making no sense/
The DJ's thinking they breakin' a hit so they playin' that sh*t like ain't it a b*tch// (Anyway)

B*tch I'm X how is you doin'..say y'all winnin' well how is you scorin'/

She can get d*cked to sleep and then kick the freak out the foreign how was your morning//

I be in Alabama... Mississippi... kicked it two years in Georgia../

Then brought it all back to the crooked letter an caught 10 all the way through Florida//

I done had 10 on the scale no bargain n*gga when ya money right ain't no arguin'/

N*gga can't BE the plug til you MEET the plug 'cuz then you ain't gotta cut no corners//

(Which mean) You ain't gotta up your numbers (That mean) You can just flood your market/

Money so fast...the sh*t scare you...you'll move five or six by the morning//

I'm up five or six in the morning thinking 'bout ways of striking it rich/

You up five or six in the morning thinking 'bout ways of wifin' that b*tch//

I gotta 40 Cal Glock 22 so n*gga ain't fightin' for sh*t/

N*ggas ain't shootin' the one they the ones to shoot that's why I think twice 'fo I trip//
I done seen real n*ggas caught in the mix over a b*tch that ain't even his/

B*tch got kids that ain't even his...now days n*ggas keep it too real//

I remember real n*gga used to stand for sum..when sh*t pop off they standin' up/

If the sh*t dead then stand for what...nowadays it don't stand for nun//

The old days...same game but the players changed/

The real n*ggas that's tailor made they're fadin' away to the great escape// (In the meantime)

Repeat hook