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time for hype - cluli lyrics

[intro: playboi carti & mexikodro]
[?]
i came in with a cool hundred (i came in with a cool hundred)
and i got some b*tches comin’ (and i got some b*tches callin’)
and i got some b*tches callin’ (and i got some b*tches callin’, huh? ooh, what? what?)
yeah (yeah)

i’m with dro, got that pack goin’ for the low (for the low, blatt)
sell a p, sell a o, sell it for the low (yeah, blatt)
if she top, i’m in love, i’ma let it go (blatt, blatt)
let it go on your block, we gon’ do a show (do a show, uh, ooh)

let it go on your block, i’ma do a show (blatt, blatt, yeah)
he a p*ssy, he a opp, he gon’ call the po’ (yeah)
all my n*ggas, they on go, they on f*ckin’ go (what?)
got the pole with the sco*

[hook 1: beenie man, ??]
who got the keys to m*

[?]

[drop 1: youngboy]
i go by youngboy and i zip you up from talkin’ sh*t
these n*ggas b*tchеs and i know that they ain’t ’bout that sh*t
can’t come how i’m comin’, i was a youngin when thеy tried that sh*t
i been knockin’ n*ggas off, they never knew it was gon’ come to this
b*tch, i been on some rider sh*t (let’s go), i leave ’em dead
got the whole city mad, i zip that boy ’bout what he said
you can stunt like you mad, i put a bag on top your head
i was up in the parish, slept with playpals under my bed
’cause, b*tch, i’m tryna flex somethin’, do some’ with all y’all
soon as we get up on the walk, my youngin’ punch his head off
lil’ b*tch, i’m out the north side, i’m bustin’, i won’t stand down
i’ll put the b*tch up in a casket, f*ck up your hea*a*a*a*a
[break: meek mill]
look i be riding through my old hood, but i’m in my new whip (yes sir)
same old attitude, but i’m on that new sh*t (yeah)
they say they gon’ rob me, see me never do sh*t (never)
’cause they know that’s the reason they gone end up on a news clip

audemar on my wrist, bustdown (bling)
we poppin’ bottles like i scored the winning touchdown (score)
‘member me dead broke? (broke)
look at me, up now (up)
i run my city from south philly back to uptown

thank god, all these bottles i popped
all this paper i been gettin’, all these models i popped
i done sold a hundred thousand ‘fore my album got dropped
and i’m only 23, i’m the sh*t, now look at me
look at me

[hook 2: meek mill, dan bull]
look at me

(tick, tock)
(x6)

boom boom boom!
i can’t stop singing this bl**dy tune, tune, tune
it’s gonna make my brain go boom boom boom!
i can’t stop singing this bl**dy tune, tune, tune
it’s gonna make my brain go boom boom boom!
[breakdown: glorilla, s*xyy red, dan bull]
uh, lit*ass b*tch, steppin’, i be poppin’ sh*t
fly as f*ck, n*ggas want that motion, i be in the cut
sneaky link, she say that’s her n*gga, i don’t give a f*ck
these b*tches tryna scr*p, but i’m knuckin’ if you buckin’, ho (boom boom boom)

s*xyy in this b*tch, tyler in this b*tch, we turnt as f*ck (northside)
b*tches mad, but can’t beat my ass, ho, line it up (yeah) (boom boom boom)
i don’t fight for my respect, b*tch, i fight for d*ck (keep your f*ckin’ kids off the street)
let’s stand up, baby girl, i’m finna rock your sh*t (boom boom boom)

[drop 2: xxxtentacion, dan bull]
what the f*ck is up? you b*ttercup
purp in that blunt, smokin’ suicidal bl**dy blunts (boom boom boom)
p*ssy boy, you talkin’ sh*t (ayy) for twitter, it ain’t addin’ up (ayy, ayy, okay, okay)
how these p*ssy n*ggas movin’ day*to*day? i’ve had enough (yeah) (boom boom boom)
post with that f*ckin’ blade, b*tch, i’ll skin your face, huh (boom boom boom)
d*ck on that f*ckin’ gun
i love it when they run (ayy, ayy, ayy) (boom boom boom)
f*ck all that talkin’ sh*t, do that sh*t for fun, uh (boom boom boom)
f*ck ’round with these n*ggas, ayy

[?]
b*tch, i’m sippin’ tea in yo’ hood, what the f*ck is up? (ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (boom)
b*tch, i’m sippin’ tea in yo’ hood, what the f*ck is up? (boom boom boom)
b*tch, i’m sippin’ tea in yo’ hood, what the f*ck is up? (boom)
b*tch, i’m sippin’ tea in yo’—, ayy, ayy (boom boom boom)
b*tch, i’m sippin’ tea in yo’ hood, what the f*ck is up? (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, yeah) (boom boom boom)
b*tch, i’m sippin’ tea in yo’ hood, what the f*ck is up? (boom)
b*tch, i’m sippin’ tea in yo’ hood, what the f*ck is up?
[?]
[hook 3: lil jon]
fire up that loud
another round of shots
(x4)

*shots (shots, shots)

[break: skrillex]
fifty*two millimeter spitfires that spit*

on my fifty*two millimeter spitfires, i fly higher

[drop 3: skrillex]
spitfires that spit fi*
spitfires that spit fire

[outro: dashie]
that f*cking bird that i hate
that f*cking bird that i hate
that f*cking bird that i hate
t h a t ‎ f * c k i n g ‎ b i r d ‎ t h a t ‎ i ‎ h a t e
wha*

- cluli lyrics

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