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Who Got The Clout Lyrics - Artist : OG Maco
Ay man, it's OGG, yeah
New Money Gang, yeah Mm, hold all the conversations Hold all the conversations Mm, pussy nigga Ay, who got the clout? Fuckin' your hoe and she in and out Talkin' that shit 'bout a nigga but You ain't nothing that we talk about Who got the clout? Who got the clout? Them dollars come in and out Them hundreds come in and out Fuck is your clout? Running these bird bitches, feel like I'm Wiley I'm dressed in Rick Owens, I'm styling Smoking that loud on the mountain I'm probably with Pablo, I know that we count it Far from Nick Cannon but I'm with your ho and she wylin' We out here, she 'bout it You is a lame with them smiles I'm skipping detention and countin' them Benji's I'm going monkey, go see me Banana clips sitting right by the window sill Lil bitch tryna come fuck me, she feeling lucky Fuck the gang 'cause she know the deal Never pump fake, shoot to kill I was in the in the field like some cleats I was working all goddamn day tryna make a nigga some' to eat Bitch in the kitchen, feeling better Qualitest got a nigga feelin', off a bean Hurricane, monsoon, cyclone When the motherfucking wrist spin When your bitch came home, no panties on You knowing where the bitch been Rolex shining like some headlights On a dark night out in Michigan Your diamonds dirty like some Flint water My diamonds dancing like Lil Meechie taught 'em I'm making plays like a damn sale Your bitch sniff 'em like it's good for her Cooking beef like it's good burgers Sliding on you in that old suburban Face wrapped in a dirty turban Sending shots like I'm fucking searching Ay, who got the clout? Fuckin' your hoe and she in and out Talkin' that shit 'bout a nigga but You ain't nothing that we talk about Who got the clout? Who got the clout? Them dollars come in and out Them hundreds come in and out Fuck is your clout? |
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