Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
CLO CLO
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Go, go
I'm feeling real good about this one, I ain't gon' lie
Ah
Bitches it's clo and wick, got wock, pills, and weed in this bitch
This lil' thrax, you wanna hit?
Tap in with cuz, he got the list
We ain't dykes', but we keep straps
Last nigga got head tapped
Found him there, that's his bed now
Why he outside late? it's bed time
Bed time, dead time
Fuck yo' bitch, I'm in her spin
Yo' nigga broke, he ain't gotta dime
She so thick, she say I'm fine
Shit it real, you can see the time
Be a real bitch, I'ma make her mine
Yo homie dead, he in the sky
If you come here, you gon' die, bye
If you try, you die
We spark the first, ain't trade the fye
When the guys died all hell rise
See the pain up in my eye
Niggas dyin' over pennies
Can't even die over dimes, I got to many
diamonds dancin, I got plenty
I'm in between, I may her sh-sh-sh
This shit busy, gotta 50
You know I keep that shit with me
Shit go down, it get wicked
You know my diamonds make you dizzy
My bitch love layin' with me
You know she down to get busy
Real lean, get the fizzing
Hold the switch, it got me itchy
Catch her out my eye red
Every day, I see red
I ain't talkin' to no feds
Bitch, I'm smokin' on your mans
Your bitch stalker, she a fan
White bitch think she need a tan
Free that man, he off a band
Ain't the dyke, but we the mens
Bitches it's clo and wick, got wock, pills, and weed in this bitch
This lil' thrax, you wanna hit?
Tap in with cuz, he got the list
We ain't dykes', but we keep straps
Last nigga got head tapped
Found him there, that's his bed now
Why he outside late? it's bed time
Bed time, dead time
Fuck yo' bitch, I'm in her spin
Yo' nigga broke, he ain't gotta dime
She so thick, she say I'm fine
Shit it real, you can see the time
Be a real bitch, I'ma make her mine
Yo homie dead, he in the sky
If you come here, you gon' die,
(Bitches it's clo and wick, got wock, pills, and weed in this bitch
This lil' thrax, you wanna hit?
Tap in with cuz, he got the list
We ain't dykes', but we keep straps
Last nigga got head tapped
Found him there, that's his bed now
Why he outside late? it's bed time
Bed time, dead time
Fuck yo' bitch, I'm in her spin
Yo' nigga broke, he ain't gotta dime
She so thick, she say I'm fine
Shit it real, you can see the time
Be a real bitch, I'ma make her mine
Yo homie dead, he in the sky
If you come here, you gon' die, bye)
Writer(s): Clo Clo
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