Clownin lyrics

by

Zaya


b*tch got me fighting demons at the dinner table
Independent section we don't need a label
b*tch, I got it going on I don’t need a favor
Pull up out the roof so I can see the hater
Got it popping what u smoking on that gas pack
Boy u smoking on that boof u can't match
That
What u want I can get it ima fast track
Bitvh u better pay my pimping with yo fast ass

Momma told me growing up that I was different
Tried to tell me to stop I didn't listen
Fuk boy try to diss me he coming up missing
Gotta learn to keep yo feelings out my business
Choppa go blah blah blah round yo block sliding slow motion still ride with my Glock we can’t find ya
Posted right up on yo block with the violence
They popped at my brother so u know we riding
I know these b*tches choosing when I pull up
U know I got that choppa when I show up
Heard these n*ggas really mad I got my doe up
Poed the liqueur in the Poe it made her throw up
Young n*gga see I had to get my racks up
Ill get the shooting don't really need no backup
Wasn't raised no quieter if I fall get my ass up
Don't try to run up on me boy u know I raise that mack up
Touched my first gun I had just turned 12
Only 15 when I touched my first cell
Boy its body after body like I'm growing up in hell
15 with a choppa I was really in the field like

b*tch got me fighting demons at the dinner table
Independent section we don't need a label
b*tch, I got it going on I don't need a favor
Pull up out the roof so I can see the hater
Got it popping what u smoking on that gas pack
Boy u smoking on that boof u can't match
That
What u want I can get it ima fast track
Bitvh u better pay my pimping with yo fast ass

Baby momma out here tripping on my other b*tch
Out here tripping going crazy on some other sh*t get the dumping on u n*ggas for the hell of it
I got some shootas really shooting they ain’t hesitant
Running yo mouth Lil b*tch I call u Pacman
b*tch u gun gobble me up in yo sweat pants
I only fuked with u to get to yo best friend
And after I fuked i went and fuked on the next friend

b*tch got me fighting demons at the dinner table
Independent section we don’t need a label
b*tch, I got it going on I don't need a favor
Pull up out the roof so I can see the hater
Got it popping what u smoking on that gas pack
Boy u smoking on that boof u can’t match
That
What u want I can get it ima fast track
Bitvh u better pay my pimping with yo fast ass

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