CLS Lyrics

I'm in Miami with all of them bad hoes with me

They tryn come home w me

I'm in the CLS500, you know that I'm clutchin

Tear up the street , you can hear my ass coming

You know that I'm clutchin

I'm with the bad hoes smoking on a russians

Her heart getting crushed

Want me pull over little bitch, I'll be busted

i jus double my cup

I'm in Miami with all of the bad hoes with me

And I ain't got no hoe in me

If I'm in then the pole in with me

Goin' home and your hoe, come with me

I'ma shoot to the whole clip, empty

Riding round in a all black Bentley

Where the hoes ? I got too damn many

Want me dead then you gotta come get me

I spent your whole paycheck on soda

It's a bad lil' bitch tryn cry on my shoulder

I kicked that lil' hoe out of the rover

You broke as a bitch and you still gettin' older

She just FaceTimed me, showin' her ocean

I flex on ah bitch, look like Hulk Hogan

Brand new wokhardt yeah i po up some potion

Don't even got money, so I'ma expose him

And he ain't got no hoes with him

And he ain't got no poles with him

And he ain't got no goals in him

And he ain't got no gold with him

Business is business

I walked in yeah lakosher da menace

I pull up and my ceiling is missing

Got two chains on, feelin' real different

Lil' bro, can you keep your distance

Yo, bitch, my end up missing

This double cup, I'm sippin

It got my vision glitchin

Callin' my bitch like, what's up

I pull up, bitch, we f**kin' or what

Ain't no f**kin' just suckin' me up

Get my nut then I'm giddyin' up

She get mad, like lakosh you a slut

I'm like, bitch, I don't really give f**ks

Told that bitch that I really get bucks

Told that bitch and she ran out of luck

Told that bitch and she ran out of luck

Told that bitch that her man is dust

Broke