Clark Kent lyrics

[Intro]
My dot red, just like Clifford
What? Uhm, what? b*tch! What?
Uhm, yeah
She keeps tryna suck my di*k when she don't have no teeth in her mouth (Akachi, he on the beat, it's a murder)
I just feel like that's crazy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Okay, like Clark Kent, metal on my hip, b*tch
I'm the Man of Steel, how you feeling, b*tch? Super, uh
These pus*y n*ggas, Lex Luthor, truth hurts
n*ggas bite me until they tooth hurts, uh
Goofy goober ass boy, thought I'm tryna f*ck his girl
I had to ask the n*gga, "Who her?" Uh
Swear you n*ggas all in they feelins', bunch of pus*y ass boys out of Weenie Hut Jr., uh
They should call me Django, a n*gga be off the chains (Just a little bit)
Feed my b*tch a little bit of cocaine (For her dinner though)
n*ggas be all doin' the same sh*t, like synonyms
Two di*ks on me, Max Payne, for a little b*tch
Like okay, b*tch, how you hit my DM's, so lame, b*tch?
With that bullsh*t, like ¡Olé!, b*tch
You don't like me, but that's okay, b*tch, uhm

[Verse]
Money, older than B.I.G and Pac
Like a cold cause I'm sick and I keep on pokin' my di*k and
I can't control all my b*tches dog, they be callin' a n*gga out
I be doggin' these b*tches
Like how I'm supposed to not f*ck her mouth
Open the door and then kick her out
Uhm, is that f*cked up? Ride a b*tch
Just like a horse tell her "Buck up!"
Beat a b*tch just like my di*k when it's stuck up
Then rob her boyfriend and tell that b*tch, "Shut up"
She gonna do what I say, she like, "Yup, yup"
Everything inside my head, it be f*cked up
Knock-knock, I'm at yo Momma' crib like "What's up?"
Just like some Pampers, we gon' pull the f*ck up
Uh-huh, I got too aggressive, your b*tch think I'm special
Smackdown on the pus*y, b*tch, we gonna wrestle
No f*ckin' with n*ggas I'm thinkin I'm huntin' 'em like a racist
No rappin' to beats that do not be Cliiifford's, cause' they basic
Your b*tch need a facelift, she thought, "How much is that?"
n*ggas hate me, but I be all on their playlist
[Chorus]
Okay, like Clark Kent, metal on my hip, b*tch
I'm the Man of Steel, how you feeling, b*tch? Super, uh
These pus*y n*ggas, Lex Luthor, truth hurts
n*ggas bite me until they tooth hurts, uh
Goofy goober ass boy, thought I'm tryna f*ck his girl
I had to ask the n*gga, "Who her?" Uh
Swear you n*ggas all in they feelins', bunch of pus*y ass boys out of Weenie Hut Jr., uh
They should call me Django, a n*gga be off the chains (Just a little bit)
Feed my b*tch a little bit of cocaine (For her dinner though)
n*ggas be all doin' the same sh*t, like synonyms
Two di*ks on me, Max Payne, for a little b*tch
Like okay, b*tch, how you hit my DM's, so lame, b*tch?
With that bullsh*t, like ¡Olé!, b*tch
You don't like me, but that's okay, b*tch, uhm
[Outro]
What is your f*cking issue? It's not even- it's a f*cking song. It's a f*cking song, it's not even real