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art da clown - fts shawn lyrics

[intro]
(fts fts fts n*gga fraud to survive
gotta do what you gotta do to provide n*gga)

[chorus]
and i’m a demon, every time i bend, they call me art the clown
(art the clown)
brody put a beam on a n*gga face, made him frown suppressor on the bl!ck, you know i had a mask the f*ckin’ sound (mask that sh*t)
kick that n*gga out the trap, he ain’t wanna sell the pound

[verse]
n*gga, before i had the switch, i was out here in the field
having to finger f*ck the gl!ck, (had to finger f*ck that sh*t) you put your trust in a b*tch n*gga, stop thinking with your d*ck, (d*ckhead) and i just went to the mall casually calmly, spent ten on a fit (calm sh*t) this sh*t light to me, cause n*gga, i be hitting
all these l!cks, b*tch, looked down at my feet and said what it is
i said, baby, it’s rick, don’t еven f*ckin’ trip (dont even)
not thеse broke ass n*ggas got nothing going for them, got no drip (bum ass n*ggas) and this lil’ b*tch like to please me, so she gon’ blow the tip (blow that sh*t) these n*ggas all my sons, so what i call them, all my jits (these n*ggas all my sons) you want the beef to end, n*gga, just be a f*ckin’ b*tch
(you want the beef to end, n*gga, just be a f*ckin’ b*tch)
and when i p*ss, it’s pink, cause i mix the percs with the lean
fiends want cop some green, tell them n*ggas cross the street pressing pills and doing fraud already, know, that’s my scheme (thats my sh*t) this ain’t 2016, n*gga, no, we don’t wear supreme (i dont wear that sh*t) my whole team hoop, n*gga, they call us the dream team
we them young bouls that play like that n*gga zach levine hit a n*gga in his top, they call that n*gga mr. clean
ain’t no broke n*gga, know, i only wear mcf*ckin’ queen
anthony saw me at the park, n*gga, then his heart stopped (n*gga then his heart stopped) what’s his name? gave up that 45, n*gga, not smart brandon’s fat ass got overweight from eating all them pop*tarts (brandon’s fat ass got overweight from eating all them pop*tarts)

[chorus]
and i’m a demon, every time i bend, they call me art the clown
(art the clown)
brody put a beam on a n*gga face, made him frown suppressor on the bl!ck, you know i had a mask the f*ckin’ sound (mask that sh*t)
kick that n*gga out the trap, he ain’t wanna sell the pound

- fts shawn lyrics

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