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Дата випуску: 23.12.2023
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Clumsy |
Damn, Machu, why’d you have to do 'em like that? |
Yeah |
I put my heart in your hands, you got clumsy |
Gave some people a little fame and they said fuck me |
You know I’ll give you my last, it’s just money |
Know I’ma make it back, everybody ain’t that lucky |
I’m at my shit at all times, they can’t touch me |
If I crash out, without a doubt, it was my brodie |
It was my dawg, he got envious, set up me |
It was my broad, she got in her feelings, said fuck me |
I don’t like to meet new friends 'cause I love D |
I’m gon' |
I know one thing |
I keep reminiscin', creepin' down that one street |
I gotta make sure Mar-Mar straight, so it’s fuck sleep |
I gotta make sure lawyers paid, you know how that be |
They picked bro up for a murder, he know that’s beat |
Gang put in all them years, can’t smile no more |
I can’t hold 'em back, got tears on the microphone |
Sorry Marc, I need a line, I had to ask you |
I ain’t tell him I was fucked up, that was my last few |
Long as I got it, I’ll give it to you, I’ll be glad to |
I’ll do whatever to see you happy, I’m sick of bad news |
I just checked my account, ooh, I’m grateful |
How you switch on the gang? Ooh, I hate you |
Everything for a reason, I’m thankful |
I’d trade it all just to see the smile on your face rule |
I’d trade it all just to start over, runnin', get up together |
In and out the 'spital, keep havin' problems with my blood pressure |
I peep the envy, I’m havin' problems with my own section |
Hop out, trippin', button on the stick like an umbrella |
No handouts, this wisdom come from my own lessons |
Cross my fingers when I told her we forever |
My new bitch rich, my ex fuckin' with point Dexters |
She be tryna bang my music, but he won’t let her |
I got ninety-nine problems, a bitch ain’t one |
I got ninety-nine hollows, it’s gon' take one |
Put my niggas onto fraud, fuck the bank up |
Gave her back to the streets, don’t bring her name up |
Your bitch cute, I’m tryna fly from Bay to the 6 |
She know she fuckin' with a P like day twenty-six |
Know you seen me with the gnat, but I ain’t with the bitch |
Know you think I’m |
but I came with the stick |
I put my heart in your hands, you got clumsy |
Gave some people a little fame and they said fuck me |
You know I’ll give you my last, it’s just money |
Know I’ma make it back, everybody ain’t that lucky |
I’m at my shit at all times, they can’t touch me |
If I crash out, without a doubt, it was my brodie |
It was my dawg, he got envious, set up me |
It was my broad, she got in her feelings, said fuck me |