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madden tharteen - thirteendegrees ° lyrics

[intro]
this clique city volume 2 on they ass, thirteen what you tell em?
thir*thirteen, what you tell em?
yeah
i’m tryna show these mothaf*ckas how to get down for real, that’s all
clique city sh*t

[hook]
partner’s out to play, call his ass john madden
if yo ass talk too d*mn much, k!ll yo ass, bin laden
[?] and them drugs turn me up like static
i’m just cold just like the weather, and just like my patek

[verse 1]
ain’t trippin’ about this money, trippin’ about my b*tch
all black clothes like a [?], look in the mirror, i’m still the sh*t
[?], don’t get it wrong, i make some hits
she bounce on that d*ck like a mothaf*ckin’ bunny, man i love my tumblr chick
i go to the rich neighborhoods and i talk that trap sh*t
n*ggas from the burbs, they not from the hood, why thе f*ck you rap, b*tch?
rockin’ givenchy with the spiked hood, man that’s rеal facts sh*t
you couldn’t be thirteen even if you could, man this sh*t too fab for you
i notch up the pros, i ball like zubac
[?], just like tupac
gave her the d and the x, tupac
stompin’ on necks and i wear tube socks (yeah, yeah)
you know thirteen got the game on lock (yeah, yeah)
clique city, my gang on top
[bridge]
i’m too weird for the streets, i’m too hood for the hippies
i’m talkin’ on these beats, just hoping it could fix me
i’m too weird for the streets, i’m too hood for the hippies
i done turned up the fatigue and i gave his ass about 50

[hook]
partner’s out to play, call his ass john madden
if yo ass talk too d*mn much, k!ll yo ass, bin laden (yeah)
[?] and them drugs turn me up like static
i’m just cold just like the weather, and just like my patek (yeah)

[verse 2]
i’m a leo, i’m a lion, b*tch, and i’m ready to pounce
grab that stick boy, n*gga, we just ready to bounce
why the f*ck these n*ggas talkin’ brazy? talkin’ out they mouth
i’m a midwest baby, but my heart, it come from down south
talk sh*t, don’t talk when i talk facts
top shawty, please don’t talk back
i’m in the office, tryna get a sack
[?] sh*t, don’t get whacked (yeah)
my money long, just like check (yeah)
have that streamer money, what up chat?

[outro]
man i was talkin’ on that b*tch, on gang
these n*ggas wanna put numbers on they sh*t, n*ggas wanna double c that
man, f*ck all that sh*t boy, we the real n*ggas, no cap

- thirteendegrees lyrics

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