Clownz by X-Mane Lyrics
(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
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