Claiborne Kick

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Raw is Flygod
 Ayo
 Ayo, Patek wrist, took the cracks out the pots, geometrics bag the extras (ah)
 Lookin' like the richest ever in the pickup Tesla (skrt)
 Hundred shots to whoever (brr), we want wars with the best (brr)
 Elephant trunks stuck to less (ah), four hundred thousand on the neck
 Knock off your head, fuck a vest (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
 You ever seen brains scattered? (Ah)
 Right in front of mama love
 That type of shit don't matter (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
 Started gettin' better work, then the money came faster (ah)
 Had to sit down a bit, came home, back at it
 Same fork was faithful
 We catch a body, let the Ace pour (brr, brr, brr)
 Hit the brick with a Claymore kick
 Rock a Liz Claiborne, it ain't safe for 'em (ah)
 Mafia, what else?
 227s, Blockworks
 Stood tall on that murder rock, the threat is on the compound
 Twenty-man tanks here, twenty four hour lockdown
 Was wanted on the net by the detects, number one suspected
 Callin' home collect, Auntie Nette the only one acceptin'
 One count felony firearm, two counts of drug possession
 Three counts of felonious assault without a murder weapon
 On the west side with 'bout thirty blicks, got the most gun collection
 Plus a whole array of thirty clips, with a whole drum selection
 Young and restless
 All my youngins scandalous, don't need none protection
 Undercovers pressin', wanna know what's me and Gunn connection
 Know the feds watchin', tryna catch us touchin' tons of metric
 Whole camp solid, snatch us up, you won't get one confession
 Hustlin' medication, takin' medicine for depression
 Under investigation never been the one to question
 Plug on my level, seen the talent from the first impression
 Russian cut my bezel, caesar salad with the Russian dressin'
 Ayo, Patek wrist (where we at?), took the cracks out the pots, geometrics bag the extras (ah)
 Lookin' like the richest ever in the pickup Tesla (skrt)
 Hundred shots to whoever (brr), we want wars with the best (brr)
 Elephant trunks stuck to less (ah), four hundred thousand on the neck
 Knock off your head, fuck a vest (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
 You ever seen brains scattered? (Ah)
 Right in front of mama love
 That type of shit don't matter (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
 Started gettin' better work, then the money came faster (ah)
 Had to sit down a bit, came home, back at it
 Same fork was faithful
 We catch a body, let the Ace pour (brr, brr, brr)
 Hit the brick with a Claymore kick
 Rock a Liz Claiborne, it ain't safe for 'em (ah)
 

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Duration
03:17
Key
10
Tempo
88 BPM

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