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Hear Me Clearly Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Do u hear wat what I'm sayin
I'm really da man
I'm build like a mfn benz
Having dis money we chilling like twin
My Glock be mad wen I don't include him in
So he ready to smoke on sum ducks
I'm having dese buck
Not talking bout muwake drugs
I'm still young
So I'm a mfn thug
My finger be itch
ready to use dat r2
Gang thick wen we walk through
Fucking dat bitch from da right crew
Still ride on my bike
Selling dese drug make u hachoo
Nigga be plotting
But I'm Hitting like a climax
On da rode to da right track
Forgot my pocket was stuff wit dese blues
Nigga be high as a fool
Trapping out da fucking school
Main bitch put my hoes on snooze
Ice so wet Ike I jump out da pool
I don't why dese mfn evey me
I'm staying out da way
So Dey don't wat to say
So Dey Lyin to yo mfn face
My bitch think she gang
U don't want to be gang
U got to die for dis hard2rest thing
We worked so hard just to get dis fame
Throwing money in da flame
Stripper bitch just tried to ask my name
I blame it on da fucking money
She say she dripping like ice no sonic
No work on Sunday
I'm counting money no fumbling
Dey say Dey street no stun it
Having guns on my stomach
Me and bullet chilling
Riding off to da sunset
Dat last bih gave me good head
Say I will look better wit sun dread
Hell nawl just want to make dem legs spread
Do u hear wat what I'm sayin
I'm really da man
I'm build like a mfn benz
Having dis money we chilling like twin
My Glock be mad wen I don't include him in
So he ready to smoke on sum ducks
I'm having dese buck
Not talking bout muwake drugs
I'm still young
So I'm a mfn thug
Got a cold heart
Been threw hard pain
Remember times standing in rain
I fucking dat bih wit good brain
Having money finna make it rain
Wear 3 got damm chain
Yea my stick got curry range
Smokin fats blunts clubs
Told dat bih she fuckin wit a thug
All dat money bring fake love
All dis niggas havin fake drugs
I'm da one havin all dese drugs
Ice out wrist I'm trapping for da plugs
Fuckin wit me u gone be dealing wit sum slugs
All in cut posted wit sum thugs
Smoking dis gas don't care bout da love