Lyrics

Clout nine Ooo, Lil Phag, ooo Clout nine It's the Doc I'm high and I'm poppin' on my clout nine (Clout nine) I just fucked your bitch, it's about time ('Bout time) I'm high and I'm poppin' on my clout nine (Clout nine) Clout nine (Clout nine) Clout nine (Clout nine) Take nine hits blowing nine clouds Bands keep coming, never cash out (Brr) Fuck me for the clout, make your dad proud (Dad proud) Take another shot, take that ass out (Ass out) Got a face tat bitch tattoo (I did) I do what the fuck that I want too (I do) I could fuck your mom and your dad too (True) Winked, told 'em meet me in the bathroom (Phag) I'm high and I'm poppin' on my clout nine (Clout nine) I just fucked your bitch, it's about time ('Bout time) I'm high and I'm poppin' on my clout nine (Clout nine) Clout nine (Clout nine) Clout nine (Clout nine) Bitch, I'm Bella Thorne, the girl your man adore All the heads turn when I walk through the door Everything I do causes an uproar Seems like I'm winning but who's keeping score (Me) If I roll a blunt, that shit's so thick Puff, puff, pass, wait, let me take another hit Your man's stuttering like Porky the Pig He double tap my pic 'cause my ass so big I'm high and I'm poppin' on my clout nine (Clout nine) I just fucked your bitch, it's about time ('Bout time) I'm high and I'm poppin' on my clout nine (Clout nine) Clout nine (Clout nine) Clout nine (Clout nine) Catch me in the clouds when I'm smoking (Smoking) I hit the DMT and my third eye open Everything I smoke so potent (Potent) Can't see straight, everything slow motion Bitch I'm Dr. Woke, I can write scripts (Scripts) Keep a sheet of tabs and a tank full of nitrous All my posi vibes, never violent (Violent) Pull up on me, hit you with a peace sign smilin', I'm woke I'm high and I'm poppin' on my clout nine (Clout nine) I just fucked your bitch, it's about time ('Bout time) I'm high and I'm poppin' on my clout nine (Clout nine) Clout nine (Clout nine) Clout nine (Clout nine) Tana coming through with a forecast (Wifey) Clouty with a chance with some more cash (More cash) I'ma make it rain on your girl's ass (Girl's ass) High in the clouds sittin' first class (First class) Tana poppin' off like champagne (Champagne) Flow gassed up like a gas tank (Whoa) Stay sauced up like I'm chow mein (Chow mein) 'Bouta be on top of the rap game (Yeah) I'm high and I'm poppin' on my clout nine (Clout nine) I just fucked your bitch, it's about time ('Bout time) I'm high and I'm poppin' on my clout nine (Clout nine) Clout nine (Clout nine) Clout nine (Clout nine) I just fucked your bitch Why the fuck are you guys in my studio? I'm sorry, to make a hit song
Writer(s): Sam Holt Fishman, Elijah Daniel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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