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JID - Cludder lyrics

Artist: JID

album: Cludder


Uh, see what the fuck I'm sayin'? See what I'm sayin'?
Look, nigga, don't talk about style, 'cause I violate
Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I annihilate
Let the gun sound, drum sound, then sirens play
How many caskets can niggas buy today? Trap-boom!
Fuck the classroom, shawty said he gotta tassel in the street
'Cause in school, he only trap out the bathroom
Sellin' weed, grassroots, and some pill capsules
Plus he get can run on your pad with
The mask like raccoons they scavengin'
They ain't dribblin', they travelin', they ain't civil, they savages
Wrist little, they shootin' like Shawn Marion, accurate
Baggin' shit, shit bag, body bag, bad shit happenin'
Bad men, bullets racket like badminton, that's past tense
Boy, you're dumb, you your daddy son, never had shit
Lil' bad kid tryna act big
I'll send him home with an ass kickin' then an aspirin
Stick to the rap shit
They bustin' their gun, but only in adlibs
I know what the facts is they really ain't bustin' the packages down
I was just hand in hand, they got the plan and found me out, uh
Niggas'll wrap saran, we on yo' lass around your house, uh
Lookin' out for my man, he down and bad, he down and out, uh
Niggas be tryna laugh, we knock the gram from out your mouth
I'm up when the sun down
I sleep when my heart don't pound
I'm off the ground
You couldn't fuck with my bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (uh)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (yeah)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (uh)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (yeah)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (uh)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (yeah)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (uh)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (yeah)
Check it, dawg, check it, uh, look
I'm tired all the fuckin' talk about, "What you talkin' about?"
Talkin' to them, I'm snatchin' your tongue up out your fuckin' mouth
Pop said, "Be silent and observe"
Two ears and one mouth, a nigga got it for a purpose
Gon' pop that pussy, baby, you got it for a purpose
I know I just got off-topic I just
Had to insert it, 'cause I'm a pervert
Anyways, word, I'm still broke as a fuck
My big homie just passed, he was young and not old enough
To not be bumpin' P. Troy in that box Chevy with that knock B
Down the block, fuck a tall bitch 'til she knock-kneed
What you not gon' do is sit and say that you got me
'Cause when a nigga had fell it's 'cause people had dropped me, ah
Never trust a nigga sayin', "Trust me"
Be stupid to trust a bitch
The only time she love me is when we fuckin'
The truth will come out the closet, all dirty and dusty
But a real nigga can't get touched by Sandusky
Dodge your stampede, I done seen
Jumanji run up on it, I promise he end up runnin'
Fuck a runner, run a check
Still checkin' my balance to pay my mama debt
I ain't quite fulfilled my promise yet
And I didn't finish college, but it wasn't time for that
But I got the A in vagina Ed and I'm from the A, like Simon says
Everybody do the same shit, except for JID
Now what the problem is
I'm up when the sun down
I sleep with my heart don't pound
I'm off the ground
You couldn't fuck with my bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, oh

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