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Clock It
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Последние 7 дн.
На прошлой неделе трек «Clock It» чаще всего распознавался примерно на 30 сек..

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[Intro]
Two SKs, two g locks
Creep up, pull up and let that beat off
Squeeze off
Try leave man on a T-shirt
Hit that target, excellent finish
[Verse 1]
Ain't gotta ask, of course that I'm with it
And if it's an opp boy, course that we spin it
Drill it
Try let it bang like Cillit
With the spinner, I just wanna fidget
Lift it, pull back the trigger and ping it
She remind me of the dots before it got chopped
Looking all midget
And I can't even lie, yo, I dig it
Yo, missy, lemme get them digits
She thought I am talking the puss
When I said with the wap that I just wanna fill it
Turn that fish, make man go swimming
Swing, miss, then more than livid
Do it like Twitch and clip him
We got sweets, so corn that we're dishing
She lost weight like Agent
Still double-O on that mission
SK or the g lock, I'm indecisive
Can't make my decision
[Chorus]
She look T, tell her clock it
To be honest, and I love it
Not from Notts, South London
Four-five chunky, causing a problem
They ain't on it
They ain't got 'em
When we buck 'em, they're all running
They ain't giving me verses, **** 'em
I ain't no F-boy, but I'll still chop it
[Chorus]
She look T, tell her clock it
To be honest, and I love it
Not from Notts, South London
Four-five chunky, causing a problem
They ain't on it
They ain't got 'em
When we buck 'em, they're all running
They ain't giving me verses, **** 'em
I ain't no F-boy, but I'll still chop it
[Verse 2]
In the trap
Watch it mix like Fletch and DeeKay
Dot-dot bark when it's off that lead
Or you can get chopped like BK
Olympic chingings, bare man running
I tell bro pass me the ting, like relay
Two sticks matching, look, like pause
Don't let me start when it spins like replay
Cut from the scene, no delay
It seem like them boy don't behave
Twelve years plus like Marco Reus at BVB
How you leave your teammate?
These ****, they're too fake
Put too much sweets in the mash
And now the machine all has a
And now the machine all has a toothache
[Chorus]
She look T, tell her clock it
To be honest, and I love it
Not from Notts, South London
Four-five chunky, causing a problem
They ain't on it
They ain't got 'em
When we buck 'em, they're all running
They ain't giving me verses, **** 'em
I ain't no F-boy, but I'll still chop it
[Chorus]
She look T, tell her clock it
To be honest, and I love it
Not from Notts, South London
Four-five chunky, causing a problem
They ain't on it
They ain't got 'em
When we buck 'em, they're all running
They ain't giving me verses, **** 'em
I ain't no F-boy, but I'll still chop it
Written by: 163Margs
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