clutch god - jaydes lyrics
[intro]
you have no heart!
yeah, yeah
aye, phew
[verse]
i’m really that n*gga (really that n*gga)
had to get my bands up
they think that she dubbed me
had to get my mans up
this sh*t gettin’ ugly
f*ck n*gga be fanned out
it’s this pistol that i’m clutching
clutching, i’m clutching
b*tch plot me, they say, “f*ck me”
f*ck me, f*ck me (up)
n*gga, caught ’em up (caught ’em up, yuh)
on the macbook, hit a jugg (hit a jugg)
count my money up, these n*ggas is too stuck
been throwin’ all my hands up, pourin’ lean
club, we gon’ shoot it up
throwin’ up, in the f*ckin’ club
i don’t give a f*ck
n*gga, i’m up on these drugs
if it’s luck, they say, “f*ck jaydes!”
and his b*tch in my phone, had to let her know what’s up
he keep blood, from his nose
tryna let him know it’s up
i been boofin’ good pack
usb, in my lungs
i could nеver go back
i could never go back
i could nеver go back
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