clones feat. 800pts (amir)

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Myself (typical1k streooo meo)

Gearshift *augustdeadvision*

Kyeah
How you gon’ step out?
Yeah, you cam in Balance boots, I pulled up with the lemon pepper steppers
She told me, sound like I’m on crack, huh
What can I say, I’m just better
Chill with bro, I call up Pecska
Wanna hate, you can write me a letter

Lost my mind, boy, I’m going cray
Feeling like I’m joker, feeling like I’m Ledger
Fucking genius
feeling like I’m Nicola, I’m talking Tesla
Every time I double up the fucking bag she getting wetter
My flow unpredictable
feeling like I’m the weather

Boy, his beats so ass
Ain’t even open it, Return To Sender, ha
Hm, yuh, huh
I’ma run for Pres, huh
He wanna chat
put that boy to sleep, I put him to bed
I’m just sipping this coke right now
So cool, I’m skipping my drank
He get smoked like cigarette
Buh, boy I’m taking drags, huh
How you boast on your livestream with no fucking bread, huh?
Boy, I fucked her so good she ran to her friends and then she bragged, huh
Like like I’m Kaneki when I’m talking to em
Aye, put on my mask
And that loud getting in my eye, make me look like cat, huh
Who the fuck you know spitting with this much swag, huh?
They tryna be like me, impersonate the fucking swag, huh
And her thigh squeezing me dead like a fucking clamp, huh
Half the shit I’m hearing nowadays sounding like a prank, huh
Pull up with the mob, I pulled up with Louie, 
I pulled up with Frank, huh
Fucking on a private jet
Boy, I’m really tryna cop a tank, huh
He ain’t even smoke and he getting high 
from all of the stank, huh
Heh, swerve
Swerve, yeah I’ma crash that whip
Yeah took her Ben Hibachi, dine
I’ma dine with that bitch
And I really can’t stop, trust
I’ma fucking die for this shit (Psh)
She call me, how the fuck you know where I’m at? 
That girl is a witch (The fuck?)
How you talk semi automatic? 
You ain’t even got no switch (Yuh, yeah)
Bitch, I’m plain rocking, yuh
I ain’t even got no shit on my wrist (Nah, nah)
Yeah, I eat a girl up
Like lunch, dinner, fucking dish
I ain’t talking construction when we counting up the bricks

How you gon’ step out?
Yeah, you cam in Balance boots, I pulled up with the lemon pepper steppers
She told me, sound like I’m on crack, huh
What can I say, I’m just better
Chill with bro, I call up Pecska
Wanna hate, you can write me a letter

Lost my mind, boy, I’m going cray
Feeling like I’m joker, feeling like I’m Ledger
Fucking genius
feeling like I’m Nicola, I’m talking Tesla
Every time I double up the fucking bag she getting wetter
My flow unpredictable
feeling like I’m the weather

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