Bust the Clutch Lyrics

Howard Michael

H. Classiks Baby

Fat boy

It'll be a cold day in hell

Before I sell my soul to the Devil

You don't really want these problems

I'm unfuckwitable

Thinking you got the juice potna

Well I'm gone have to show yah

Fuckin wit H

Be ready to bust the clutch

On anybody

Taking bricks from me to build with someone else

Stay away from my construction

Takes two to tango and I don't want to dance

So miss me with the shenanigans

It'll be a cold day in hell

Before I sell my soul to the Devil

You don't really want these problems

I'm unfuckwitable

Thinking you got the juice potna

Well I'm gone have to show yah

Could give a fuck bout why you came back

It's the reason you can't stay for me

What the fuck you doing here

I think this nigga need surgery

Gotta be out your brain baby

Tear up outta here for real

I'm looking at this separation as a blessing

Love was my prison

Without request you freed me

By exposing your fraudulence

Where them real ones that don't play

Stay down wit a nigga

And do these opps greasy

It'll be a cold day in hell

Before I sell my soul to the Devil

You don't really want these problems

I'm unfuckwitable

Thinking you got the juice potna

Well I'm gone have to show yah

Fuckin wit H

Take these psalms and learn you something

Fuckin wit H

I'm the new scripture

Here's my sermon

Fuckin wit H

Fuckin wit H

Fuckin wit H

Fuckin wit H

Fuckin wit H

Fuckin wit H

Fuckin wit H

I'm fine with the outcome

And it seems you're not

It's been a embarrassment

But I found my spot

Glad I kept my mileage low

Now this engines hot

Burning rubber on bitch niggas

I don't give a fuck

It'll be a cold day in hell

Before I sell my soul to the Devil

You don't really want these problems

I'm unfuckwitable

Thinking you got the juice potna

Well I'm gone have to show yah

I'm gone have to show you

Unfuckwitable