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Cletus Strap
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Uh
I'm in her crib, damn, I woke up with a hangover
Bloodshed, skin mold, need a lint roller
Baby girl turnt up when it get sober
You should really tap in, I'll support you
You can't do it all alone, I tried to
I'm no Sherlock, I catch clues
Her ass fat and got tattoos
We so chill, she see it's true
These guys not that, we see through
Glass ceiling ain't nothing but a theory
Bad guy in acoustics, didn't hear me
I was in a shit mood when I woke up
You tryna say it's my fault, it was both us
Fireplace lit when the crib hit sixty
I don't have anemia, I just get chilly
Looking at her now, like is it worth effort?
I acted on decisions when I could've chose better
I lie to myself, in my head's a court jester
He goes out in his final act, it's edgy
I could give advice to you if you need one
Taking no advice, what can niggas tell me?
If money make you, then there can't be no we
My eyes so red 'cause I smoke and don't sleep
And life is so fucked, guess it's how it's gon' be
You getting too struck, seeing stars on the street
Prissy ass freaks, nice cars on E
Drugs so strong, she could party all week
Her friends so bad, I'ma have to hit Keelan
The hoes up for a two man this evening
I pull one in the air, you would think I'm Korean
'Cause we had just stripped, smoking dope out peeping
Niggas so mad, they don't even have memes
Shorty ass fat, it don't need to have jeans
She threw it so proper, it was better than a fling
Life imitate art, it's never what you think
Now it's pulling me apart, playing with my mode
Catch 'em by the tail, I'm not finna play with you
Bleeding me again, I develop scar tissue
I grind too hard like I got car issues
None of these problems bigger than the program
Shorty getting tricked on by old man
She dance to my song, but he's not such a fan
He never wants to hear Cletus Strap shit again
He never wants to hear Cameron Chef anymore
He never wants to slap another Mad Max song
They despise real niggas, it don't ever take long
I'll eat my cake too with the plates all gone
I love thick bitches, you could put some weight on
Take you where you wanna eat, I could get your ass drunk
Your ex so mad, he could tell I'm finna fuck
I don't gotta try hard, I know all these niggas suck
Uh
I'm in her crib, damn, I woke up with a hangover
Bloodshed, skin mold, need a lint roller
Baby girl turnt up when it get sober
You should really tap in, I'll support you
You can't do it all alone, I tried to
I'm no Sherlock, I catch clues
Her ass fat and got tattoos
We so chill, she see it's true
These guys not that, we see through
Glass ceiling ain't nothing but a theory
Bad guy in acoustics, didn't hear me
I was in a shit mood when I woke up
You tryna say it's my fault, it was both us
Fireplace lit when the crib hit sixty
I don't have anemia, I just get chilly
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