Not a Clone (Explicit)歌词-Jackboy

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Ayy, yeah

Beat him up, give me that

**** 'em, ah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Spent my life in the streets and I ain't been bit yet

Say I'm dumb 'cause I'll come and kill for respect

Real right street nigga, what the **** do you expect?

If I can't beat him, **** it, go get the TEC

I ain't taking no more L's, can't have that on my rep'

Ain't gotta run the streets no more, but still be out tryna step

Free Maine Musik right now, he caught in the web

I just got out and I'm already ****ing celebs

My lil' raw ass, dog ass, never had to pay for ass

Always known to get the cash, once I get it, I'm gon' spazz

Soon as I get it, make 'em mad

Sonning *****es, I'm their dad

Why you hate? You should be glad

Beat my case, shout out to Brad

Beat my case, don't gotta rat

I just made love to a nat

Why the **** I ate the cat?

Aladdin, ****ed her on a mat

Riding in a dirty Jag'

Riding with a dirty MAC

Hop out, it's just me and Yack

Hop out dressed up in all black

Gave my heart to the streets, will never leave her 'lone

Won't give my soul to the game, rather remain unknown

Promise I don't need no friends, I can thug all alone

I'll be damned, I let them crackers turn me into a clone

'Fore I do that, I'ma just go buy a flip phone

Then go post up on the Ugly and proceed to sell stone

If I'm dead broke, ain't no telling what I'm really on

If I'm dead broke, I'm back to breakin' in people home

Never been a lame nigga, nigga, go ask about me

I'm always gon' get that bread, I'm just never gon' be sexy

Every time I hit the scene, I be acting a donkey

My girl threw away my molly, so right now I'm on Perkys

Locked up, swear to God I was no man flunky

For that bottom bunk, I even had to beat up my bunkie

To be honest, I don't even much really feel sorry

Cold-hearted nigga, no sympathy for nobody

I'm the freshest lil' coolest nigga inside the party

Christian Louboutins on my feet, got me feeling godly

In G5, tryna turn a stripper to Cardi

Bust like a chopper when she start to ride like a Harley

On my glee mask, no Diddy Bop, we moving like Kylie

Prayed up, I don't even gotta go see mommy

Hoes gotta sign a contract just to be around me

'Cause for a bill, these hoes'll do you like they did Cosby

Gave my heart to the streets, will never leave her 'lone

Won't give my soul to the game, rather remain unknown

Promise I don't need no friends, I can thug all alone

I'll be damned, I let them crackers turn me into a clone

'Fore I do that, I'ma just go buy a flip phone

Then go post up on the Ugly and proceed to sell stone

If I'm dead broke, ain't no telling what I'm really on

If I'm dead broke, I'm back to breakin' in people home

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Beat him up, give me that

**** 'em, ah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy, ayy, ayy