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Clockwork
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Трек «Clockwork» вышел в 24 июня 2024 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Sheluvent.»)Black Flag 2
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АльбомBlack Flag 2
Дата релиза24 июня 2024 г.
ЛейблSheluvent.
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Maximus Bradford
Maximus Bradford
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Yeah, yeah, Heartagram, who, what
**** tryna be in my mode, haha, yeah
Yeah, yeah, lil' bitch, she's tryna get a one-up on me
That shit do not work, shoot that bitch a couple times
See if the Glock work, wake up, count money and fuck hoes
It's like clockwork, hit that lil' bitch with my angle
But I'm not Kurt, talkin' bout the racks, I get a lot
And I can't stop these **** talkin' like they're really
Gettin' money, but they not, I can tell you never had a bad bitch
He saying bop, I'm Heartagram, I be in these bitches' head like I'm Ma'at
This lil' bitch all up in my pockets tryna see what all I got
But baby, I know you a thot, every time these **** talkin
Bet I make her spin a block, Rick goin' head right to the socks
This gun too real, this not a prop, I take your bitch to give me head
And after that, she finna shop, why these **** mad at me
I show up for like 30 seconds and they throw that bag at me
All I gotta do is smile, she gon' throw that ass at me
I make a song and I got paid and now I'm livin' lavishly
Yeah, I love a bad bitch, yeah, my standards too high
Yeah, I got my group high, we hit the shop and then we all spend
It's like a group buy, lil' baby, she not tryna talk
I think lil' baby too shy, them **** talkin' like they bulletproof
You watch your crew die, I'm walkin' round with chains on
Yeah, my **** got that thunder, told him don't get rained on
Bitch, I'm on my same phone, she tryna get the gang on
If I win, we all win, had to put my gang on
She love my music, she gon' sing and fuck to the same song
And she not puttin' pussy on the phone, gettin' banged on
Bitch, I'm outta state, told him we not in the same zone
Hayden next door, told him we not in the same home
I talk a lot, but lil' baby know that I can back it up
That **** think he fuckin' with my ****, better pack it up
I'm stackin' money to the ceiling, we gon' keep on stackin' up
She a city girl, JT, why she keep on actin' up
No, that's not a diss though, man, I need a rich hoe
I need to go and count my money, then come suck my dick hoe
We do that **** like a patty, we gon' watch him flip, bro
My **** might be older, but I do not got a big bro
These **** lame, they be pocket watchin
And baby, I don't want you, I want your friend
So why the fuck you cock blockin'
Baby, I'm the catch, on my mama, I'm the top option
Bitch, I'm in my bag, I'm in that mode, so I'm not stoppin
Huh, I don't care if it's a red light
I'm in that scat, so I put blue up in the headlight
She think I miss her, but she can't even get me head right
She goin' to the Gram to say my full name, I swear that she the fed type
Turn it over, make a movie, told her, baby, that's my favorite part
She like Mona Lisa when she naked, she a work of art
No, she not a freak, but she gon' fuck, she workin' on her arch
**** throwin' bullets, I got rich, so now I'm throwin' darts
Shawn Michael, HBK, I told him I be breakin' hearts
I'm not a mechanic, but you know I keep like 30 parts
Bitch, I'm not gettin' up like Rosa Parks
Bitch, I keep that iron, man, like I'm Tony Stark
Written by: Maximus Bradford
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