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lirik lagu lil andi – all my clout

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[intro]
ha ha, yea

[chorus]
all of these b-tches be fake and
they bustin and f-ckin for all my clout
yea, these b-tches get all in my head
and i try all of my best to cut them out
yea, i do all my work i get paid in the end
but you show up and take all the credit
yea, i knew all along you would do this
and run i got a b-tch and made her get wedded
yah, i took her so you could not take her
yah, i knew dis one got you that paper
make it rain on a ten got a two piece
call me philly cuz i got an uzi (yah)
they cruise with my during my come up (yea)
you shoot at me watch you get lock up (yea)
ain’t got no time for this envy and chasin (yea)
watch you dead in the pit of a basin (yah)

[verse 1]
i’m poolin and boolin my d-ck it be oozin
i laugh when i’m winnin i love when you losin
your b-tch is now mine and i find that amusin
just call me the king cuz i’ll always be rulin
you think i’m a joke when i’m feeling so woke
i went down on your b-tch and she gave me the stroke
i cannot be stopped will you give me some props
that b-tch gave me top while she suckin my c-ck

[verse 2]
yea, givin me top
she give me the song and i think it’s a bop
i think you be trippin so please do not flop
i see flashy lights and i think it’s a cop (woah)
my shooters gon shoot with no mercy (woah)
your brain be a f-ckin mcflurry (yea)
put the bag in the car in a hurry (yea)
i ball on em like i’m steph curry (yah)

[chorus]
all of these b-tches be fake and
they bustin and f-ckin for all my clout
yea, these b-tches get all in my head
and i try all of my best to cut them out
yea, i do all my work i get paid in the end
but you show up and take all the credit
yea, i knew all along you would do this
and run i got a b-tch and made her get wedded

[verse 3]
yea, 05’, pimp my ride, pick a side, this whip is so fly
i look at her dm’s and she try to hide
i can’t see the message without a reply (woah)
these f-ckers be leakin that sh-t and i’m lovin it
oil that’s drippin on backs and i’m rubbin it
suck up the air in the bong now it’s bubbling
slaughter the enemy they not the covenant
i am so better i stand out i’m prominent
i only go on top because i’m dominant
got so much money i pay for the monument
my album fire i don’t need a compliment
yea, don’t need a compliment
went to the doc and he gave me a supplement
i am so high now i feel like the president
never explain all the sh-t that i underwent
yea, i write better when i’m on cannabis
yea, these bars they be lookin so fabulous
my song sell a mill in a day
get a patek for my buddy jay (yah)
they f-ck with me just for the drama (yea)
you cryin now run to yo mama (yea)
i told them i’ll never come back (yea)
find it funny when i catch you lack (yah)

[chorus]
all of these b-tches be fake and
they bustin and f-ckin for all my clout
yea, these b-tches get all in my head
and i try all of my best to cut them out
yea, i do all my work i get paid in the end
but you show up and take all the credit
yea, i knew all along you would do this
and run i got a b-tch and made her get wedded
yah, i took her so you could not take her
yah, i knew dis one got you that paper
make it rain on a ten got a two piece
call me philly cuz i got an uzi (yah)
they cruise with my during my come up (yea)
you shoot at me watch you get lock up (yea)
ain’t got no time for this envy and chasin (yea)
watch you dead in the pit of a basin (yah)

[outro]
i’m poolin and boolin my d-ck it be oozin
i laugh when i’m winnin i love when you losin
your b-tch is now mine and i find that amusin
just call me the king cuz i’ll always be rulin
you think i’m a joke when i’m feeling so woke
i went down on your b-tch and she gave me the stroke
i cannot be stopped will you give me some props
that b-tch gave me top while she suckin my c-ck
yea, givin me top
she give me the song and i think it’s a bop
i think you be trippin so please do not flop
i see flashy lights and i think it’s a cop (yah)
my shooters gon shoot with no mercy (yea)
your brain be a f-ckin mcflurry (yea)
put the bag in the car in a hurry (yea)
i ball on em like i’m steph curry (yah)


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