Clone Me ft. 111jimmy Lyrics

She wanna get married and I swear she don't even know me

She said I'm a different breed, I'm just saying what she told me

She said our signs belong together

Okay bitch, you sold me

You won't find nobody better

Not even if you clone me

It's really like that on this side, baby don't you get it Twisted

Teas in my cup, I'm geeking with a French hoe that's my mistress

I don't care about the clowns cause they gon always keep on tricking

And the clock is like that hoe when she take percs, they don't stop ticking

And if I cut these hoes off, I swear they start acting suspicious

Told that hoe to clean the weed, wash the money, wash the dishes

All these visions I be having, they be coming to fruition

Fuck you talking bout the long run, we gon really go the distance

Pockets fat

I know they hate to see me win

But I been searching on this map

Looking for your ass

Tryna get a piece

Tryna get a mill

Benjis bring me peace

Sticky shit inside this swisher sweet

Truth be told, long ago, I fell in love with hoes

Met this bitch, she was cold, told me we could smoke

I pull up, I got the gas, you already know

It was over with, yeah

Ayy, all I want is fetty

I been dead so if they get me bitch I'm ready

Hold it steady for these fuck niggas that staring

Pocket watchin like some hoes, fuckin on white bitches like Karen

Pullin on her tracks, now she think I'm sweet and caring

Bitch I'm young and hot, pop out once again

With them demon eyes, catch me right outside

Posted where the vultures fly, where the hoes gon cry

Come get your heart broke, baby one more time

Put your drink up to the sky, realest one your ass gon find

She wanna get married and I swear she don't even know me

She said I'm a different breed, I'm just saying what she told me

She said our signs belong together

Okay bitch, you sold me

You won't find nobody better

Not even if you clone me

It's really like that on this side, baby don't you get it Twisted

Teas in my cup, I'm geeking with a French hoe that's my mistress

I don't care about the clowns cause they gon always keep on tricking

And the clock is like that hoe when she take percs, they don't stop ticking

And if I cut these hoes off, I swear they start acting suspicious

Told that hoe to clean the weed, wash the money, wash the dishes

All these visions I be having, they be coming to fruition

Fuck you talking bout the long run, we gon really go the distance

You can't come this way

(I'm where you can't go)

I just walk in the spot, take her soul, and then I'm on my way

More hoes than days

(I got no time)

I swear you don't even know for real