CLOTH TALK (feat. Edson Sean & CARRTOONS)

INTRO (BD3):

1500 thread count, different drip, different cloth, different bounce (2x)

Cloth talk, sittin back right now. Pour me a glass of whiskey, one ice cube shit, Big time, now now……

VERSE (BD3):

1500 thread count/

Different drip, different cloth, different bounce/

Different lane, different, chain, different count/

Its needless to say we took a different route, we don’t need you **** now/

Fermented grapes, pensive when i sit down/

4 bar spurs i aint writing shit down/

Way different from my people that move that perico, what i got is addictive but its way more legal/

Serotonin levels rocket when you hear my single, feel it in your bones like you got the shingles/

The black ringo a rap symbol, on my way to get this mucka gotta move so nimble/

The future of the past since the time is wrinkled/

Well iron it out later and pour a glass of the makers/

LimLair later im sittin on half a acre/

Retire on the island that my momma family came from/

Hook:

Clean as a whistle blowin smoke out of rooftops, rouge lips when she face it she leave marks/

Clean as a whistle tapered denims never look boxed, suede wingtip oxfords with no socks

Verse:

Hearbeat thumpin like a bassdrum, i cut out smoking but fuck it i might just face one/

I put in work in for years and now my days come, no shortcuts lil daddy we took the longrun/

No new friends we only split it with day ones, day two’s gotta get they food for them son/

Not my family and not my fault, i spread love but i protect my kin to a fault/

Cuz i remember me and my sister slept in that bed, with mom dukes two at the foot two at the head/

My ex wife thinking im tryna get in her head/

I’m just happy thats she’s spiritually fed it looks good on her/

I fantasize about Tracee, I think im good for her, never burning my pot I make some good porage/

Moving crowds for years I think i need storage, chopped trees down but who was standing in the forest?/

The biggest audience a **** ever had, put myself on tours through Tsunami’s in japan/

Matte black wrangler ranger bent the block like rhhhhaaaaaa/

Sicarios in barios play my shit and they plan/

Hook:

Clean as a whistle blowin smoke out of rooftops, rouge lips when she face it she leave marks/

Clean as a whistle tapered denims never look boxed, suede wingtip oxfords with no socks

Clean as a whistle stress will take a mans face/

Turn to old from young in some days/

Only way you living looking fear in the face, never turn your back and put that shit in its place/

Got the block jumping like wow, whistle with a brand new style/

Verse 2:

Christopher Wallace came into my dreams, handed me golden forks and said playboy go and eat/

I ordered souse both cow and chicken feet, left gristle for **** whose still cutting they teeth/

Bone chillin its ILL and im not even complete/

Still levels to reach where the devil never gon meet/

Tell em Hi haha, bitch read em and weep/

Royal flush, Royal Suite, King of Kings im Phillipe/

Chubby checker stepper golden goose on my feet/

Mother Goose cant compete **** rhymes they be weak/

Sippin bubbly, bubble like Chubby, you wish you was me/

you lucky I hush ya puppy Im not your buddy or chucky/

Cuz i dont wanna play/

Im only bout my dividends fuck what you gotta say/

I raising up my prices, right now its 100k, if you got it you buy it not asking me what it pays/

**** be window shopping be scrolling down on my page, try to soak up my style ans catch ripples off my wave/

Youll never get a thing poor thing, supreme and clean/

Cement my legacy in the hall of Kings/

Hook:

Clean as a whistle blowin smoke out of rooftops, rouge lips when she face it she leave marks/

Clean as a whistle tapered denims never look boxed, suede wingtip oxfords with no socks/

Clean as a whistle stress will take a mans face/

Turn to old from young in some days/

Only way you living looking fear in the face, never turn your back and put that shit in its place/

Got the block jumping like wow, whistle with a brand new style/