CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Clout
I 'on't know what b*t*hes talking
(F**k what these b*t*hes talking 'bout)
F**k what b*t*hes talking
B*t*h I’m the real sack chaser
I’m the mob wife turned to a gangster b*t*h
F**k what b*t*hes talking 'bout
B*t*h you see who run this sh*t I got the clout
B*t*h you see who run this sh*t
B*t*h you see who run this sh*t
B*t*h, f**k what b*t*hes talking 'bout
B*t*h, you see who running, sh*t, I got the clout
New drip alert, but this drip gon cost you
Ain’t no comin' back n***a once I am off you
Pretty girl but I'm as gutter as it gets
It’s the famous thousands of likes on my pics
Hot b*t*h straight up out of Mactown
Super flexer better check my background b*t*h
I’m the showstopper of the party
Real a**, real hair, real life Barbie b*t*h
I’m the showstopper of the party
F**k him then I get some money like Cardi
You n***as got the nerve, ooh, wee
I got that high cla** coochie, call it Gucci
I 'on't know what b*t*hes talking 'bout
F**k what b*t*hes talking
B*t*h I’m the real sack chaser
I’m the mob wife turned to a gangster b*t*h
F**k what b*t*hes talking 'bout
B*t*h you see who run this sh*t I got the clout
B*t*h you see who run this sh*t
B*t*h you see who run this sh*t
B*t*h, f**k what b*t*hes talking 'bout
B*t*h, you see who running, sh*t, I got the clout
Show them b*t*hes, me and Stunna do 'em dirty
Brought the choppa out now, they running in a hurry
I was making chicken, got the sauce, it ain’t no curry
Momma just got out, gave her racks, it ain’t worries
F**k these hoes, b*t*h I do not want your n***a
Intimidate me b*t*h, you funny, know my pockets bigger
I'ma pull yo card, try me, might just pull this trigger
Pull up to the functions and I pull up wit my killers
B*t*hes, they not wit it, hoe, I do not want to talk
What’s bracking, lil' b*t*h, we will slide right on yo block
This sh*t for my birthday, went and got me a new Glock
I just copped a Rollie and I can’t even read the clock
N***a, all you do is eat my pu**y and get on my nerves
You b*t*hes is weirdos, I’m convinced y’all some nerds
You b*t*hes is hoes, I’m convinced y’all sucking d**k
I been stacking money, chasing paper, I’m tryna get rich
B*t*h, my designer sewed me up a two piece
Just did the two piece on Uber Eats
And I ain’t getting him no Uber unless he tryna eat
These b*t*hes capping, they ain’t even from no f**king streets
I’m a black Pocahontas, mixed with a street b*t*h
I pa**ed everybody that said I wouldn’t be sh*t
Been pushing that weight and I ain’t talking 'bout no fitness
Shooters at yo door, and b*t*h, it ain’t Jehovah's witnesses
F**king followers you got, b*t*h, can you ride a d**k?
Bring that b*t*h around my brothers, bet you she gon' be on his d**k
Talking on the internet, b*t*h that sh*t will get you shot
My killers don’t have IG’s b*t*h, they posted on the block
B*t*h, I’m still up in the streets, I ain’t made it out
Counting so much f**king money that I’m f**king losing count
B*t*h, I’m f**king losing, counting so much f**king money, I’m f**king losing count
I 'on't know what b*t*hes talking 'bout
F**k what b*t*hes talking
B*t*h I’m the real sack chaser
I’m the mob wife turned to a gangster b*t*h
F**k what b*t*hes talking 'bout
B*t*h you see who run this sh*t I got the clout
B*t*h you see who run this sh*t
B*t*h you see who run this sh*t
B*t*h, f**k what b*t*hes talking 'bout
B*t*h, you see who running, sh*t, I got the clout
B*t*h you see who running sh*t
B*t*h you see who running sh*t
B*t*h you see who running sh*t
B*t*h you see who running sh*t
B*t*h I got the f**king clout
Counting so much f**king money, b*t*h I’m f**king losing count
(F**k what these b*t*hes talking 'bout)
F**k what b*t*hes talking
B*t*h I’m the real sack chaser
I’m the mob wife turned to a gangster b*t*h
F**k what b*t*hes talking 'bout
B*t*h you see who run this sh*t I got the clout
B*t*h you see who run this sh*t
B*t*h you see who run this sh*t
B*t*h, f**k what b*t*hes talking 'bout
B*t*h, you see who running, sh*t, I got the clout
New drip alert, but this drip gon cost you
Ain’t no comin' back n***a once I am off you
Pretty girl but I'm as gutter as it gets
It’s the famous thousands of likes on my pics
Hot b*t*h straight up out of Mactown
Super flexer better check my background b*t*h
I’m the showstopper of the party
Real a**, real hair, real life Barbie b*t*h
I’m the showstopper of the party
F**k him then I get some money like Cardi
You n***as got the nerve, ooh, wee
I got that high cla** coochie, call it Gucci
I 'on't know what b*t*hes talking 'bout
F**k what b*t*hes talking
B*t*h I’m the real sack chaser
I’m the mob wife turned to a gangster b*t*h
F**k what b*t*hes talking 'bout
B*t*h you see who run this sh*t I got the clout
B*t*h you see who run this sh*t
B*t*h you see who run this sh*t
B*t*h, f**k what b*t*hes talking 'bout
B*t*h, you see who running, sh*t, I got the clout
Show them b*t*hes, me and Stunna do 'em dirty
Brought the choppa out now, they running in a hurry
I was making chicken, got the sauce, it ain’t no curry
Momma just got out, gave her racks, it ain’t worries
F**k these hoes, b*t*h I do not want your n***a
Intimidate me b*t*h, you funny, know my pockets bigger
I'ma pull yo card, try me, might just pull this trigger
Pull up to the functions and I pull up wit my killers
B*t*hes, they not wit it, hoe, I do not want to talk
What’s bracking, lil' b*t*h, we will slide right on yo block
This sh*t for my birthday, went and got me a new Glock
I just copped a Rollie and I can’t even read the clock
N***a, all you do is eat my pu**y and get on my nerves
You b*t*hes is weirdos, I’m convinced y’all some nerds
You b*t*hes is hoes, I’m convinced y’all sucking d**k
I been stacking money, chasing paper, I’m tryna get rich
B*t*h, my designer sewed me up a two piece
Just did the two piece on Uber Eats
And I ain’t getting him no Uber unless he tryna eat
These b*t*hes capping, they ain’t even from no f**king streets
I’m a black Pocahontas, mixed with a street b*t*h
I pa**ed everybody that said I wouldn’t be sh*t
Been pushing that weight and I ain’t talking 'bout no fitness
Shooters at yo door, and b*t*h, it ain’t Jehovah's witnesses
F**king followers you got, b*t*h, can you ride a d**k?
Bring that b*t*h around my brothers, bet you she gon' be on his d**k
Talking on the internet, b*t*h that sh*t will get you shot
My killers don’t have IG’s b*t*h, they posted on the block
B*t*h, I’m still up in the streets, I ain’t made it out
Counting so much f**king money that I’m f**king losing count
B*t*h, I’m f**king losing, counting so much f**king money, I’m f**king losing count
I 'on't know what b*t*hes talking 'bout
F**k what b*t*hes talking
B*t*h I’m the real sack chaser
I’m the mob wife turned to a gangster b*t*h
F**k what b*t*hes talking 'bout
B*t*h you see who run this sh*t I got the clout
B*t*h you see who run this sh*t
B*t*h you see who run this sh*t
B*t*h, f**k what b*t*hes talking 'bout
B*t*h, you see who running, sh*t, I got the clout
B*t*h you see who running sh*t
B*t*h you see who running sh*t
B*t*h you see who running sh*t
B*t*h you see who running sh*t
B*t*h I got the f**king clout
Counting so much f**king money, b*t*h I’m f**king losing count
