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Clout Video (MV)




Performed By: Te23
Language: English
Length: 2:38
Written by: tikah amara




Te23 - Clout Lyrics




Bitches On The Ground They Be Shaking For That Clout
Niggas On The NET They Be Capin' For That Clout
Goofy-Ass Niggas Tryna Make It Out
Real Niggas We're The Ones That Make It Out

Bitches On The Ground They Be shaking For That Clout
Niggas On The NET They Be Capin' For That Clout
Goofy-Ass Niggas Tryna Make It Out
Yeah, you got a PhD in school, I got a PhD on the streets

I don't f*ck around these Niggas if they're skipping all these beats
Ain't no lunch lady, but I'll be passing out this beat
Got my heat on me, like my suit I keep it neat
I'll be creeping on these Niggas like a jaguar in the tree

Yeah, this is the jungle, you gotta be the Disagagree
Never been in a kitchen, still covered up in ice
LV on my chest, like that bullet proof veast
Yeah, look in your eyes while you're guessing

For your last breath, I'm never gon' stress
Cause i roll with the best, yeah, say that with my chest
Leave my feelings on the desk, I got no time for rest
Life I live is test, with the stars is where I'll be

In the past can't talk to me, mask up,I'm a ibel to be
Big boat like I live at sea, yeah
Big boat like I live at sea, been broke, that's history
Bitches On The Ground They Be sheckin For That Clout

Niggas On The NET They Be Capin' For That Clout
Goofy-Ass Niggas Tryna Make It Out
Real Niggas We The Ones That Make It Out
So runnin' back to the free throw for a few years

I've been broke, I was out three, slingin' that doop
Makin' money, tryna cope, I ain't relyin' on no hope
I pray to God that's no joke, so listen up
I gotta quote on these haters, they mad cause I'm makin' paper

Yeah, you mad cause you a hater
Yeah, that hate for me contain it
Yeah, don't make me come and spray it
Yeah, my wrist gon' shine, you gonn thinks I'm blessed

Makin' money but I can, not flex
Take a picture, you know I gon' pose
She at 10, sendin' me quotes, tellin' me to stay on my toes
But I know she tryna get close, tell her stick to the stove

I tell her stick to the stove
If you make a scene, you'll be addressed
Got the opps around but I'm really to press
If I come at you, I come with a set

Your kind can never impress
When we meet, got a beating chest
When I leave, your lifeline's dead
When I leave, your lifeline's dead

Bitches On The Ground They Be sheckin For That Clout
Niggas On The NET They Be Capin' For That Clout
Goofy-Ass Niggas Tryna Make It Out
Real Niggaz We The Ones That Make It Out

Bitches On The Ground They Be sheckin For That Clout
Niggas On The NET They Be Capin' For That Clout
Goofy-Ass Niggas Tryna Make It Out
Real Niggas We The Ones That Make It Out
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Bitches On The Ground They Be Shaking For That Clout
Niggas On The NET They Be Capin' For That Clout
Goofy-Ass Niggas Tryna Make It Out
Real Niggas We're The Ones That Make It Out

Bitches On The Ground They Be shaking For That Clout
Niggas On The NET They Be Capin' For That Clout
Goofy-Ass Niggas Tryna Make It Out
Yeah, you got a PhD in school, I got a PhD on the streets

I don't f*ck around these Niggas if they're skipping all these beats
Ain't no lunch lady, but I'll be passing out this beat
Got my heat on me, like my suit I keep it neat
I'll be creeping on these Niggas like a jaguar in the tree

Yeah, this is the jungle, you gotta be the Disagagree
Never been in a kitchen, still covered up in ice
LV on my chest, like that bullet proof veast
Yeah, look in your eyes while you're guessing

For your last breath, I'm never gon' stress
Cause i roll with the best, yeah, say that with my chest
Leave my feelings on the desk, I got no time for rest
Life I live is test, with the stars is where I'll be

In the past can't talk to me, mask up,I'm a ibel to be
Big boat like I live at sea, yeah
Big boat like I live at sea, been broke, that's history
Bitches On The Ground They Be sheckin For That Clout

Niggas On The NET They Be Capin' For That Clout
Goofy-Ass Niggas Tryna Make It Out
Real Niggas We The Ones That Make It Out
So runnin' back to the free throw for a few years

I've been broke, I was out three, slingin' that doop
Makin' money, tryna cope, I ain't relyin' on no hope
I pray to God that's no joke, so listen up
I gotta quote on these haters, they mad cause I'm makin' paper

Yeah, you mad cause you a hater
Yeah, that hate for me contain it
Yeah, don't make me come and spray it
Yeah, my wrist gon' shine, you gonn thinks I'm blessed

Makin' money but I can, not flex
Take a picture, you know I gon' pose
She at 10, sendin' me quotes, tellin' me to stay on my toes
But I know she tryna get close, tell her stick to the stove

I tell her stick to the stove
If you make a scene, you'll be addressed
Got the opps around but I'm really to press
If I come at you, I come with a set

Your kind can never impress
When we meet, got a beating chest
When I leave, your lifeline's dead
When I leave, your lifeline's dead

Bitches On The Ground They Be sheckin For That Clout
Niggas On The NET They Be Capin' For That Clout
Goofy-Ass Niggas Tryna Make It Out
Real Niggaz We The Ones That Make It Out

Bitches On The Ground They Be sheckin For That Clout
Niggas On The NET They Be Capin' For That Clout
Goofy-Ass Niggas Tryna Make It Out
Real Niggas We The Ones That Make It Out
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: tikah amara
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