Juelz Santana - Clockwork (Instrumental)
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stop writing your rhymes mmm...no one cares
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i gotta girl, her name is danie
wen i get famous, shout out my family
yea ur bitch sweet, an a hoe, lik tammy
my future car wat i wann, its a catty
ur bitch dumb stupid, get real slappy
u askin why i smile, i call it happy
dat pussy in my face, pussy smacked me
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catch me in my crib, im always sagging
brova on chill lik me, call it trapping
ur bitch is annoying, why she nagging
get shot 3 times, u say its stabbing
my girl lik it good, she call me daddy
ya'll niggas spongebob, get a krabby patty
yea my girl phat, she got a phatty
have party all nite, we have a rally
we tagg team in a rap, brova tagg me
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tremendous wonderen where the end is...fuck ya pension my money BUILT UP like TENSION...and im smoke watch them HOES TELL like the HILTON...its-smoke
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i call it CLOCK WORK my lyrics bouta TICK/bouta have me PAID like the RENT/im bent tryna figure out how much money imma spend...half a gee on the kit and i just reed up on them bricks...bouta take a VACAY on niggas im such a TRIP...flip dat shit till i get DOUGH like a TWIX...my dj be scratchen as i steady find the itch...you a bitch FLYER than a TIC...consider this ripped keep it on SPIN like the PIPS...shit on my pimp ish as i RUN ish like the OLYMPICS....
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i got a girl named ronne b/her pussy wetter than a dasani/prolly checkin in the lobby/in about thirty minutes her pussy popping/she callin for papi sayin im her BABY tryna ADOPT me/then she ask am i comen back i be like time me/my shits TOGETHER like SIMESE/my diamonds brightening always where the mic be/yo chick wud like me if i LAY HER DOWN like a RECLINED seat/swags on PLUTO so you know/nina pointed let it reduce slow/you flute blowed off that LOUD you on MUTE so...
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when pull out luk out, blow the kush out full out, kila season feenin, for the weed n cream n, sea of blue like a flood, fill ya shirt up wit blood,6 up fa my cuz, showin nuthin but luv, goin ham on the beat, gettin ass like a seat, niggas still wanna jump, so i send in my fleet, talkin shit all the way, so my bullets would spray, killin every motha fucka on my hitlist today
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president of 2012 jay-z/
Ill jam my head in bop/
but i wnt throw up the rock/
Nd the only time you catch me cop/
Is if im likin on the spot/
cuz i dnt mess wit that 5 0 unless theres a percentage on the right side tho/
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Hands touch numbers thats why my nickname clock for/
Numbers up daily, now nigga thats clock work/
I praise god but cause hell dats pac work/
I tell a nigga doin bussiness i give you cheap price for that two pack daily/
Move it like we still sellin to crack babys/
not sellins like takin candy from a baby/
they like how you say that you crazy/
Bt thats wat life is it has yet to amaze me/
I don't see the relation between rhyming and dick slapping.
kenne210 3 years ago 34
dope beat
neopandorex2 2 years ago 12