Correction Paroles Monday To Sunday par Clavish

Featuring(s) : Fredo (Rap US)

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[Clavish]
(It's Disco, baby)
(R14)
Uh

[Clavish]
Tell a judge stop givin' out numbers to my niggas
You'd commit the same crimes if you grew up how we were livin'
But, I'd rather them birded off than graveyard visits 'cause
That's the main reason why I'm always in my feelings
Monday to Sunday we're doin' shit we shouldn't
You just hate 'cause I'm doin' all the shit that you couldn't
And I'm still down to do all the shit that you wouldn't
The headrest in the Maybach, it feel like a cushion

[Clavish]
One hundred, that's the number, I'ma keep it with my homies
I sin, so Palm Angels, that's my way of keepin' it holy
I'm in this GLE drivin' like the fire we open
Got a pink card but I'm used to drivin' it stolen
This ho, she keeps preein' my phone, she tryna get the code
But I don't even want all of that, she tryna get the throat
SAV playin' with shanks, rather get the pole
Shotguns for niggas with heart, you got to get up close
Days in them hostile bandos, they got me reminiscin'
You ain't got no guns, so how you trynna have an exhibition
Got nominated for an award
The only that reason I'm goin' so my jail niggas, they can see me on the television
What I can do for you, you can't for me
How am I benefitin'?
I can never be broke, I'll buy broke and get it missin'
Get it giddy, niggas do it for the girls that I say one word to
Now, they're gettin' ready, gettin' pretty, Betty
Before I lose my breathe, I'ma touch a milli'
When I see , I ain't beatin' him up
My nigga show me one thing at once, me and her gut
But, I'm CLA, I only hit ninas and up
All these bitches wanna fuck me, I don't even need a nice pendant
If they want a verse, only time I want a life sentence
Bump into my opps, and leave my knife in their socket
I'm in the studio with F, he's got a .9 in his pocket

[Fredo]
Twenty-eight for the whole ones, yeah they feel like a bookin'
Before them bookings for shows, yeah they were lookin' for snow
It's like all I see is hoes when I go look at your bros
But niggas know, when you see mine, you're lookin' at killers
You bought a chain before a gun
I care for her before your mum
Video time, my youngins in there with a gun, before I come
It was pain before the fun
R.I.P.s are more than one
Sellin' cane down in the rain to buy some trainers for my mum (Yo)
Now, if mummy wants some trainers, she can hit the store
I don't hit chicks, but hit the road to make a little more
Probably get like fourteen just off my kitchen floor
Had my soldier posted on the corner like a ??? store
So fuck rap 'cause my grind stays stable
No cap, got enough straps to do my nine-times tables
They play my tracks in traps, and they sound it in the car
But Melo got more hits, they just ain't counted in the chart

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