paroles de chanson Bowser (I Got the Clout) - Greediphresh

OOOOOOO OOOOOO
Oooouoooo
The Clout, The Clout
The Clout, The Clout
They up the rent so they can kick me and momma out
We can't afford it so we living in my grama house
Ain't got no money I done tried and I've exhausted routes
My bitch on bullshit she gone leave and kick me while I'm down
I got this music but I'm starving so that shit don't count
It's niggas out here garbage getting guap in large amounts
I ain't no goofy and they out here giving guap to clowns
Fuck the talent they just riding waves because the clout
Same old nigga that's gone rap bout
Xannies, and the thotties, and the trap house
Pouring lean, serving out the bando's
Louis, and the Rollie's, and the Fast cars
While I'm schooling youngins out the south side
Uber white thotties on the North side
Driving to the burbs from the east side
Taking bad bitches to the west side
Working on my craft in my spare time
Hoping one day I can headline
On top of my paper like a headline
Grind Time, Grind Time, no Bedtime
Gotta stay on track like the Red Line
Gotta stay ready I'm a get mine
And I'm gone get it, if you not gone get it
Get the fuck out my way, I'm about mines
Oooo, yeah
I pull up on her fuck yo bitch
Because I got the clout
I do the dash and fuck in whips
Because I got the clout
I'm putting something on my wrist
Because I got the clout
Im throwing money on a fit
Because I got the clout
I pull up on her fuck yo bitch
Because I got the clout
I do the dash and fuck in whips
Because I got the clout
I'm putting something on my wrist
Because I got the clout
Im throwing money on a fit
Because I got the clout
And I'm out here chasing these bands
Like a groupie, and chasing this clout
You out here chasing these thots
Chasing a crowd, and you claim it's a drought
You want yo name in the streets
I want my name on a check
You from the block and still there
I start from the bottom and aimed for the top
You should put a leash on your bitch
I'm bout teach her some tricks
She out here feenin' for dick, addicted it's something she can't live without
You selling stories of bricks
When you barely could get off a zip
Cappin bout straining yo wrist
Crackin a card, hitting stains or a lick
Same old nigga that's gone brag bout
How he did a bid and he back out
How he on sight when he catch opps
Getting money with the gang while they crack thots
While I'm flippin tracks out the south side
Packing out clubs on the north side
Uber all the joogs on the east side
Taking bad bitches to the west side
Open Act, put in work until I Headline
Power 92 for the air time
Waiting til I blow like a land mine
Competition comes to an end like a deadline, All praise due to the most high
Turn my catalog to a gold mine
Nigga fuck around on your own time
Cuz I'm gone get it if you not gone get it get the fuck out my way
I'm about mines ooooouuuu yeaah
I pull up on her fuck yo bitch
Because I got the clout
I do the dash and fuck in whips
Because I got the clout
I'm putting something on my wrist
Because I got the clout
Im throwing money on a fit
Because I got the clout
I pull up on her fuck yo bitch
Because I got the clout
I do the dash and fuck in whips
Because I got the clout
I'm putting something on my wrist
Because I got the clout
Im throwing money on a fit
Because I got the clout