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Empty the Clip
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Empty the Clip was released on October 15, 2018 by NeighborHood Leada as a part of the album Empty the Clip - Single
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Release DateOctober 15, 2018
LabelNeighborHood Leada
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM60

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caprice Rolle
Caprice Rolle
Songwriter

Lyrics

Eldrick got the juice
Aye
She love the swag, she love the drip
Keep a three eighty, all on my hip
All bout my bag, all bout my chip
I put my dick in your hoe, then I dip
She say that she love me, don't lie through your lip
Bae, this a two seater, can't fit in my whip
If he want smoke, we gone empty the clip
If you want smoke, we gone empty the clip, yea
I don't like politics, but I love dead presidents
Running to the racks pockets swole like an elephant
Shawty give me grade A brain, she intelligent
Ounces, QPs, half pounds, we be selling it
Can't keep a secret with a ho, she be telling it
Pull up on a ****, Want smoke, Smith & Wesson it
You say you got a problem when you see me ain't addressing it
Chillin' with your bitch when she come over, I'm undressing it
I was down bad, had to run me a check up
And we real shooters only aim for the neck up
Real life smacker, boy, you know I keep the thing tucked
Call your bitch over and you know I got brained up
If you ain't talkin money, I don't know your language
In a Lambo with my plug, road raging
I would've fucked your bitch, but your hoe kind of basic
Put it in her mouth, ask the bitch how it tasting
She love the swag, she love the drip
Keep a three eighty, all on my hip
All bout my bag, all bout my chip
I put my dick in your hoe, then I dip
She say that she love me, don't lie through your lip
Bae, this a two seater, can't fit in my whip
If he want smoke, we gone empty the clip
If you want smoke, we gone empty the clip, yea
Running to that money it's my lifestyle
And I hit your bitch with a lifestyle
Seven point six two, knock your lights out
Got a California pack coming right now
Had the bricks in the back, we was piped out
When your bitch in my room, she get piped out
Chopper got a scope on site now
I get every other bitch that I like now
Money on my mind, I got to get paid
Ain't tryna cuddle, bitch, come get me laid
All by my bag of chips, no Frito Lay
What's in my wallet, everything you saved
We get the pounds, and throw it in the safe
She eat the dick like it's somethinsg she crave
We tax the fuck ****, like Chic fil a
NHL, bitch, that's a motherfucking gang
She love the swag, she love the drip
Keep a three eighty, all on my hip
All bout my bag, all bout my chip
I put my dick in your hoe, then I dip
She say that she love me, don't lie through your lip
Bae, this a two seater, can't fit in my whip
If he want smoke, we gone empty the clip
If you want smoke, we gone empty the clip, yea
Written by: Caprice Rolle
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