Lyrics Ak Tradiksyon - Clover
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"Clover" Lyrics
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CLOVER (Lyrics)
(Oh brother this guy stinks)
Yeah… uh…. check!
I’m in the lead
Top priority
Fk with a G
Now, you finna see
Flip over the bed
All you ns sleep
You made in a year
What I make in a week
B*h I got motion
Run out of motion
I go get more den
She like the way I smell 'cause the YSL potent
She got a little jealous when she heard who I was strokin’
My last girlfriend ain’t got nothin’ on your throat, friend
Go off
The way she fk she such a show off
And I don’t ever ask when it’s time to take her clothes off
She like to let it breathe
She don’t like to wear no drawls
And when she get depressed treat my dk like Zoloft
You fk with the fkin’ best
You fkin’ the fkin’ best
I shoot with protection on but with you I don’t need no vest
I aim for the fkin’ face
I aim for the fkin’ chest
She say she make swimwear
That p***y make me invest
Praying for a genie rub
Praying to the stars above
I just wanna fall in love
I just wanna fall in love
Wishing for a four-leaf clove
Praying you’re the pot of gold
Loving you is all I know
Loving you is all I know
(They on my d**k, sht)*
(They on my d**k, sht)*
Post album could get you dead
Gotta keep it going gotta get ahead
Hotel room always got 2 beds
One for me and one for my bread
This the new bap that take you way back
Giving no slack my bed is on stacks
Don't sleep I got to get my bag on
Oops I forgot to turn my swag on
Venue house, slaughter killer
Flow so cold it's icey, shiver
Punch your jaw, body shot liver
Baddies weak for Brae, huh, quiver
Let me get down to the brass tax
I’m final boss no printer all fax
You stepped into a disaster
You doomed better pray to the pastor
Praying for a genie rub
Praying to the stars above
I just wanna fall in love
I just wanna fall in love
Wishing for a four-leaf clove
Praying you’re the pot of gold
Loving you is all I know
Loving you is all I know
(They on my d**k, sht)*
(They on my d**k, sht)*
I step in like a X-Men
Make her come back like I’m her ex man
If she don’t make me feel good well here’s the exit
If she make me feel good we can co-exist
Fk her make her go home
No co-ed sht
Ns be coming with all bull
I’m a matador
Say they want my soul
I swing the cape dodging devil horns
Used to never want to press play
Here’s a metaphor
Now your boy clicks on my dk like he watching porn
I fked up after being fked up
Four leaf clover got stepped on, tough luck
Nuff said I’m a diamond in the rough, nuck buck
But am I good franchise ad-libs
Yup, yup
In my white tee
She claiming that she wifey
I’m saying what’s your sign
'Cause your py smell like Pisces
Or like a pescatarian
I’m killing and I’m burying
I treat a rapper beat like a baby I be carryin’