Don't know bout that one I do know bout this one
Make up yo mind I been made my decision
Yo daddy bang is you gangsta or crippin
You was my homie but bitch you was trippin
We made a week what they made in a year
While they takin the bus we was renting the leer
How I got shot but you the one in fear
Rap bout the issue till buddy ain't here
Boom I got magic stick made disappear
Spend that money at magic next day reappear
She got a habit to stay where I'm is
But this 6 bedroom flat is a place you can't live
Got my name tatted I probably won't wife her
Still won't buy a bag not even if I like her
She see the Patek the static I like it
I'll f*ck on a fem with straps out like a dyke
Bussin 2 pills roll like wheels on a bike
And if shawty pay bills that's the bitch ima bite
Im from Florida tell her throw it back
But I'm in Atlanta from Dallas with racks
Dodie the demon ran off with the packs
I came up selling zips after ounce after ounce
Till I grabbed up some pounds
Now dodie making rounds
Police got mad cus I flooded the town
But they couldn't pin point us or lock us down
When I got locked up wasn't nobody around
I did 4 bids and I never did snitch
Even when I got shot couldn't tell em who did it
All I know is I'm still rich f*ckin bitches
When we kill em just know karma stay with you
Niggas move greasy so keep em from with you
Frying pan bullets these bitches'll sizzle
They'll knock out your bones, the tissue, the gristle
Kill both your brothers you Malcolm in the middle
Clan keep it gangsta all day not a little
Keep money counters its blood on my fingers
Diamonds be hitting you know they expensive
Pay for the body I called it expenses
Niggas try me but I roll with the spinners
Shoot at your family my niggas gonn get em
Don't know bout that one I do know bout this one
Make up yo mind I been made my decision
Yo daddy bang is you gangsta or crippin
You was my homie but bitch you was trippin
We made a week what they made in a year
While they takin the bus we was renting the leer
How I got shot but you the one in fear
Rap bout the issue till buddy ain't here
Went to Atlanta lil baby got pregnant
Flew out from Dallas went straight to section
Sexin and servin that ain't all I'm destined for
So I know I had to go get what was meant for me
Hit Marrietta them bowls they was gave to me
Don't give a f*ck ima save what I made for real
Money maker I won't say what I made for real
Maybeline money I pretty much make the deals
Always stay solid and watch your surroundings
Dodie ain't real how the f*ck is that sounding
Money piling up it look like a mountain
Your baby momma suck dick with a talent
I'm sippin drank in the whip in a chalice
Can't wife a bitch if she still movin childish
Last bitch was trippin she movin too scandalous
Call me on the phone if the bread right
Every nigga that I know bout that life
Big guns in the whip y'all know what I do
We just tryna run up them bands that's all that we do
Call me on the phone if the bread right
Every nigga that I know bout that life
Big guns in the whip y'all know what I do
We just tryna run up them bands that's all that we do
Don't know bout that one I do know bout this one
Make up yo mind I been made my decision
Yo daddy bang is you gangsta or crippin
You was my homie but bitch you was trippin
We made a week what they made in a year
While they takin the bus we was renting the leer
How I got shot but you the one in fear
Rap bout the issue till buddy ain't here
My niggas laugh about bodies they caught
You the hardest out the east boy you not
F*ck all them niggas we not cool at all
Don't tell em nothing don't want no case solved
Roll in the wraith and I'm smoking an eight
45 blow and it move every bone in his face
Thooka stay strapped to the side of the safe
SK in the coupe now I'm riding with bae
Nights like this I never gave up or played myself
Like one day I wouldn't live to today
Follow myself I don't do what they say
Nigga try to run something then he gone the same day
She ask where im at girl im out making plays
How you think I got you living this way
She wants some answers like Kanye to sway
Ima real G ima go do my thing
Don't need a chauffeur I'll drive for myself
Last time you drove bitch I almost got killed
That means I can't trust like nobody else
Clan the only niggas that ima deal
Know that I'm down to be all on the news
Nigga try play against me he gonn lose
F*ckin your queen that's the bitch that you choose
Must be a lie dawg that can't be the truth
Don't know bout that one I do know bout this one
Make up yo mind I been made my decision
Yo daddy bang is you gangsta or crippin
You was my homie but bitch you was trippin
We made a week what they made in a year
While they takin the bus we was renting the leer
How I got shot but you the one in fear
Rap bout the issue till buddy ain't here
Dodie the Demon - C.S.O. (Clan Shit Only) Lyrics
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English
Don't know bout that one I do know bout this one
Make up yo mind I been made my decision
Yo daddy bang is you gangsta or crippin
You was my homie but bitch you was trippin
We made a week what they made in a year
While they takin the bus we was renting the leer
How I got shot but you the one in fear
Rap bout the issue till buddy ain't here
Boom I got magic stick made disappear
Spend that money at magic next day reappear
She got a habit to stay where I'm is
But this 6 bedroom flat is a place you can't live
Got my name tatted I probably won't wife her
Still won't buy a bag not even if I like her
She see the Patek the static I like it
I'll f*ck on a fem with straps out like a dyke
Bussin 2 pills roll like wheels on a bike
And if shawty pay bills that's the bitch ima bite
Im from Florida tell her throw it back
But I'm in Atlanta from Dallas with racks
Dodie the demon ran off with the packs
I came up selling zips after ounce after ounce
Till I grabbed up some pounds
Now dodie making rounds
Police got mad cus I flooded the town
But they couldn't pin point us or lock us down
When I got locked up wasn't nobody around
I did 4 bids and I never did snitch
Even when I got shot couldn't tell em who did it
All I know is I'm still rich f*ckin bitches
When we kill em just know karma stay with you
Niggas move greasy so keep em from with you
Frying pan bullets these bitches'll sizzle
They'll knock out your bones, the tissue, the gristle
Kill both your brothers you Malcolm in the middle
Clan keep it gangsta all day not a little
Keep money counters its blood on my fingers
Diamonds be hitting you know they expensive
Pay for the body I called it expenses
Niggas try me but I roll with the spinners
Shoot at your family my niggas gonn get em
Don't know bout that one I do know bout this one
Make up yo mind I been made my decision
Yo daddy bang is you gangsta or crippin
You was my homie but bitch you was trippin
We made a week what they made in a year
While they takin the bus we was renting the leer
How I got shot but you the one in fear
Rap bout the issue till buddy ain't here
Went to Atlanta lil baby got pregnant
Flew out from Dallas went straight to section
Sexin and servin that ain't all I'm destined for
So I know I had to go get what was meant for me
Hit Marrietta them bowls they was gave to me
Don't give a f*ck ima save what I made for real
Money maker I won't say what I made for real
Maybeline money I pretty much make the deals
Always stay solid and watch your surroundings
Dodie ain't real how the f*ck is that sounding
Money piling up it look like a mountain
Your baby momma suck dick with a talent
I'm sippin drank in the whip in a chalice
Can't wife a bitch if she still movin childish
Last bitch was trippin she movin too scandalous
Call me on the phone if the bread right
Every nigga that I know bout that life
Big guns in the whip y'all know what I do
We just tryna run up them bands that's all that we do
Call me on the phone if the bread right
Every nigga that I know bout that life
Big guns in the whip y'all know what I do
We just tryna run up them bands that's all that we do
Don't know bout that one I do know bout this one
Make up yo mind I been made my decision
Yo daddy bang is you gangsta or crippin
You was my homie but bitch you was trippin
We made a week what they made in a year
While they takin the bus we was renting the leer
How I got shot but you the one in fear
Rap bout the issue till buddy ain't here
My niggas laugh about bodies they caught
You the hardest out the east boy you not
F*ck all them niggas we not cool at all
Don't tell em nothing don't want no case solved
Roll in the wraith and I'm smoking an eight
45 blow and it move every bone in his face
Thooka stay strapped to the side of the safe
SK in the coupe now I'm riding with bae
Nights like this I never gave up or played myself
Like one day I wouldn't live to today
Follow myself I don't do what they say
Nigga try to run something then he gone the same day
She ask where im at girl im out making plays
How you think I got you living this way
She wants some answers like Kanye to sway
Ima real G ima go do my thing
Don't need a chauffeur I'll drive for myself
Last time you drove bitch I almost got killed
That means I can't trust like nobody else
Clan the only niggas that ima deal
Know that I'm down to be all on the news
Nigga try play against me he gonn lose
F*ckin your queen that's the bitch that you choose
Must be a lie dawg that can't be the truth
Don't know bout that one I do know bout this one
Make up yo mind I been made my decision
Yo daddy bang is you gangsta or crippin
You was my homie but bitch you was trippin
We made a week what they made in a year
While they takin the bus we was renting the leer
How I got shot but you the one in fear
Rap bout the issue till buddy ain't here
Make up yo mind I been made my decision
Yo daddy bang is you gangsta or crippin
You was my homie but bitch you was trippin
We made a week what they made in a year
While they takin the bus we was renting the leer
How I got shot but you the one in fear
Rap bout the issue till buddy ain't here
Boom I got magic stick made disappear
Spend that money at magic next day reappear
She got a habit to stay where I'm is
But this 6 bedroom flat is a place you can't live
Got my name tatted I probably won't wife her
Still won't buy a bag not even if I like her
She see the Patek the static I like it
I'll f*ck on a fem with straps out like a dyke
Bussin 2 pills roll like wheels on a bike
And if shawty pay bills that's the bitch ima bite
Im from Florida tell her throw it back
But I'm in Atlanta from Dallas with racks
Dodie the demon ran off with the packs
I came up selling zips after ounce after ounce
Till I grabbed up some pounds
Now dodie making rounds
Police got mad cus I flooded the town
But they couldn't pin point us or lock us down
When I got locked up wasn't nobody around
I did 4 bids and I never did snitch
Even when I got shot couldn't tell em who did it
All I know is I'm still rich f*ckin bitches
When we kill em just know karma stay with you
Niggas move greasy so keep em from with you
Frying pan bullets these bitches'll sizzle
They'll knock out your bones, the tissue, the gristle
Kill both your brothers you Malcolm in the middle
Clan keep it gangsta all day not a little
Keep money counters its blood on my fingers
Diamonds be hitting you know they expensive
Pay for the body I called it expenses
Niggas try me but I roll with the spinners
Shoot at your family my niggas gonn get em
Don't know bout that one I do know bout this one
Make up yo mind I been made my decision
Yo daddy bang is you gangsta or crippin
You was my homie but bitch you was trippin
We made a week what they made in a year
While they takin the bus we was renting the leer
How I got shot but you the one in fear
Rap bout the issue till buddy ain't here
Went to Atlanta lil baby got pregnant
Flew out from Dallas went straight to section
Sexin and servin that ain't all I'm destined for
So I know I had to go get what was meant for me
Hit Marrietta them bowls they was gave to me
Don't give a f*ck ima save what I made for real
Money maker I won't say what I made for real
Maybeline money I pretty much make the deals
Always stay solid and watch your surroundings
Dodie ain't real how the f*ck is that sounding
Money piling up it look like a mountain
Your baby momma suck dick with a talent
I'm sippin drank in the whip in a chalice
Can't wife a bitch if she still movin childish
Last bitch was trippin she movin too scandalous
Call me on the phone if the bread right
Every nigga that I know bout that life
Big guns in the whip y'all know what I do
We just tryna run up them bands that's all that we do
Call me on the phone if the bread right
Every nigga that I know bout that life
Big guns in the whip y'all know what I do
We just tryna run up them bands that's all that we do
Don't know bout that one I do know bout this one
Make up yo mind I been made my decision
Yo daddy bang is you gangsta or crippin
You was my homie but bitch you was trippin
We made a week what they made in a year
While they takin the bus we was renting the leer
How I got shot but you the one in fear
Rap bout the issue till buddy ain't here
My niggas laugh about bodies they caught
You the hardest out the east boy you not
F*ck all them niggas we not cool at all
Don't tell em nothing don't want no case solved
Roll in the wraith and I'm smoking an eight
45 blow and it move every bone in his face
Thooka stay strapped to the side of the safe
SK in the coupe now I'm riding with bae
Nights like this I never gave up or played myself
Like one day I wouldn't live to today
Follow myself I don't do what they say
Nigga try to run something then he gone the same day
She ask where im at girl im out making plays
How you think I got you living this way
She wants some answers like Kanye to sway
Ima real G ima go do my thing
Don't need a chauffeur I'll drive for myself
Last time you drove bitch I almost got killed
That means I can't trust like nobody else
Clan the only niggas that ima deal
Know that I'm down to be all on the news
Nigga try play against me he gonn lose
F*ckin your queen that's the bitch that you choose
Must be a lie dawg that can't be the truth
Don't know bout that one I do know bout this one
Make up yo mind I been made my decision
Yo daddy bang is you gangsta or crippin
You was my homie but bitch you was trippin
We made a week what they made in a year
While they takin the bus we was renting the leer
How I got shot but you the one in fear
Rap bout the issue till buddy ain't here
Writer: Xavier Colon
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid