She's Fire

Clejan’s debut solo Album, “The Way That I Fiddle” dives more into his unique sound as ‘The Trap Violinist’ -  a moniker given for his unique blend of Trap Music mixed with his signature catchy vocals and melodious lead violin.

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Lyrics:

I ain’t a city girl
I’m from the outskirts
Southside, ATL out-of-towner
Backpack, you can set it on the counter
Big racks, you can be my money counter
Ain’t from around here yeah
Have you swimming like a flounder yeah
If you need a lil pouncer
My Kitty King like a double-quarter pounder yeah

12-20 mm’s on my lash (wispy)
Apple bottom-m’s on my ass (crispy)
Chevy truck parked in the lot with bout 5-0 stacks of my cash (fifty)
Ain’t gotta tell you what's in my cup (whiskey)
Might be sum, but I ain’t drunk (tipsy)
Keep the pressure tucked
Don’t excite me
I’ll make it spray from the trunk (misty)
Think I know what you’re looking for
I promise I got what you want
Just in a crooked-letter font yeah

I ain’t a city girl
I’m from the outskirts
Southside, ATL out-of-towner
Backpack, you can set it on the counter
Big racks, you can be my money counter
Ain’t from around here yeah
Have you swimming like a flounder yeah
If you need a lil pouncer
My Kitty King like a double-quarter pounder yeah

They say I put the Yee to the Haw
Yo girl got you crying at yo mee-to-the-maw’s
Ain’t heard? I be moving like I’m free from the law
Shotgun got me rocking like a see-to-the-saw, and it see in the dark
Got a God, her name Christina
My middle name is Tina
Go down for some water, have you sipping on sangria
I can take you on the road
Maybe do a do-si-do
Keep a horse on my back so we'on’t need a rodeo
Think I know what you’re looking for
I promise I got what you want
Just in a crooked-letter font

I ain’t a city girl
I’m from the outskirts
Southside, ATL out-of-towner
Backpack, you can set it on the counter
Big racks, you can be my money counter
Ain’t from around here yeah
Have you swimming like a flounder yeah
If you need a lil pouncer
My Kitty King like a double-quarter pounder yeah
I ain’t a city girl
I’m from the outskirts
Southside, ATL out-of-towner
Backpack, you can set it on the counter
Big racks, you can be my money counter
Ain’t from around here yeah
Have you swimming like a flounder yeah
If you need a lil pouncer
My Kitty King like a double-quarter pounder yeah

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Plain Jayne

The Way That I Fiddle

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Infrared

Fake Bitches

[Intro]
I been on my shit, like I gotta get rich
So I'm all in my bag, like I gotta get chips
Like I haven't been runnin' it up, handlin' biz
Like I haven't been rackin' it up for some odd years
Like I haven't been
Like I haven't been

[Verse 1]
Like I haven't been saying what they saying they know
Like they ain't been late
Like I ain't been wrote, hella bars these bitches now spittin', I'm gone
I'm dead, I'm sleep, these bitches all cheats
They biting my shit, mouth wide all teeth
I'm sleep like Z, Z-Z-Z
These bitches could never thread count these sheets
But I'ma still get the bag now, never will I back down
Never have I been scared, I'ma hit the gas now
Okay dale gas, you feel me like a patdown
I'm about to give you fire, gather round like a campground
Getting a little smoky, I ain't talking about a blizzy
'Cause I got a couple bitches wanting me to sign their titties
All I do is get to cities, get a check for getting litty
Got a couple male rappers getting jealous that I'm winning
How the fuck you let a female do what you can't?
You pussy ass boy, what a motherfuckin' waste
I ain't never had a handout or begged for no plate
But I feel bad for your mom for the bitch she raised, wait
Y'all dudes lazy as fuck
Course you're fuckin' broke, all you do is buy drugs
And you can't even afford 'em but your mindframe sucks
Can't stand your own self so you gotta get buzzed, fuck
Yikes, get you some accountability
Fuck your pity party, you a pussy wanting sympathy
Let's talk grown shit, cash and liquidity
You a shit talker and a fucking liability
That's a conversation no one ready to be having
Everybody wanna claim that they the realest in they captions
Everybody wanna hop up in the booth and get to rapping
They ain't living what they saying, they ain't really 'bout that action
Every time I hit the stage, that's a base I earned
Keep playing with fire and you gonna get burned
Motherfuckers too fake, I don't chase, I learn
Bitch I paved my own way so you hate, I swerve
You bitches can't drive fast so you crash, I turn
I don't even look back, I know karma gon' work
I be on my own wave in L.A. like surf
And I got your bitch in the back like "Yerrr"

[Hook]
I been on my shit, like I gotta get rich
So I'm all in my bag, like I gotta get chips
Like I haven't been runnin' it up, handlin' biz
Like I haven't been rackin' it up for some odd years
I been on my shit, like I gotta get rich
So I'm all in my bag, like I gotta get chips
Like I haven't been runnin' it up, handlin' biz
Like I haven't been rackin' it up for some odd years

[Verse 2]
I been on my shit like I ain't been rich
I been working like I'm broke and that's why I got it
I'm a motherfuckin' Mexican, I'm built for this shit
What these motherfuckers thought that I forgot I'm that bitch
Like I ain't over going off, like I ain't over taking shots
Like I ain't been a real bitch and there's a reason I'm a boss
And I don't fuck with fake thugs, real life big soft
Wanna fuck with a shark like they ain't seen Jaws
Please mind you, there's a shark up in the water now
I don't know who you pussies thought you was talking 'bout
Bitches isn't as tough as they thought they started out
Lucky I'm not gonna bother them, I'm busy with someones daughter now
But it's lit on this side, little bitch'll get by
All the vibes been high, keep it one stack
What a fucking lit life, hating bitches been crying
Back to making racks and it's been like that

[Hook]
I been on my shit, like I gotta get rich
So I'm all in my bag, like I gotta get chips
Like I haven't been (On my shit) runnin' it up, handlin' biz
Like I haven't been rackin' it up for some odd years
I been on my shit, like I gotta get rich
So I'm all in my bag, like I gotta get chips
Like I haven't been runnin' it up, handlin' biz
Like I haven't been rackin' it up for some odd years
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I DO NOT own this song. All Rights go to @snowthaproduct & Product Entertainment

Plain Jayne

Ktlyn

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