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GoldLink - Extra Clip Lyrics



GoldLink - Extra Clip Lyrics
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[ Featuring NLE Choppa ]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa
Yeah, yeah, ah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, where are my real niggas pop-poppin' steel?
Pop a bitch, light a bitch
Pull up with a hundred clip
Got a bitch, had no f*cks
F*ck around with the shits
There's a fight, I don't care
F*cked around, put it down, yeah
Real nigga shit, bitch, I don't give no f*ck
Had on the piece, had on the scarf
F*ck around, that's a dub
Want the diamonds, want the truck
Oh, the bitch wanna f*ck
If she wanna f*ck me and the crew, shut the f*ck up
Bitch got no f*cks
Real shit, this shit brighter than a dawn
Could've f*ck that bitch at night
After a night I don't show up in the day
I just show up at night
I don't show up in the day
Bitch, I'm only for the night
That's all right, f*ck and leave
F*ck and leave, that's alright
That's okay, yeah, yeah
It's all fair, it's okay
Facts on facts, that's on facts
That bitch turn, make that clap
That's all facts, nigga stay pressed
I don't give a f*ck about a nigga that care, yeah

Ridin' in a Hommy in my Tommy, tryna turn into a gummy
Yeah, you know that we be wrappin' niggas up just like a mummy (yeah, like a mummy)
He get shot, it execute him, so I hit him like a zombie (brrt)
They askin' will I kill again, I'll do it for some money (for some cash)
Whole team steady ballin', bitch, we comin' like the Sonics (like the Sonics)
Ten-piece, some fire to the face, five to the chest, I gave him crumpies (chicken wings)
Thirty shots up in this Drac', he keep runnin', I keep dumpin' (brrt, I keep shootin')
They tellin' me to stop shootin', but the bullets keep on comin' (they keepn on comin', nigga)
Bitch, you know how we be comin', we turn brains into salami (into salami)
Regular clip in my glizzy, bitch, I wanna put a hunnid (put a hunnid)
Put a switch up on that bitch and make it, "Brrp," it be stutterin' (it be stutterin')
If he talk down on my name, I swear to God I kill my brethren (my brethren)
Brrp
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa
Yeah, yeah, ah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, where are my real niggas pop-poppin' steel?
Pop a bitch, light a bitch
Pull up with a hundred clip
Got a bitch, had no f*cks
F*ck around with the shits
There's a fight, I don't care
F*cked around, put it down, yeah
Real nigga shit, bitch, I don't give no f*ck
Had on the piece, had on the scarf
F*ck around, that's a dub
Want the diamonds, want the truck
Oh, the bitch wanna f*ck
If she wanna f*ck me and the crew, shut the f*ck up
Bitch got no f*cks
Real shit, this shit brighter than a dawn
Could've f*ck that bitch at night
After a night I don't show up in the day
I just show up at night
I don't show up in the day
Bitch, I'm only for the night
That's all right, f*ck and leave
F*ck and leave, that's alright
That's okay, yeah, yeah
It's all fair, it's okay
Facts on facts, that's on facts
That bitch turn, make that clap
That's all facts, nigga stay pressed
I don't give a f*ck about a nigga that care, yeah

Ridin' in a Hommy in my Tommy, tryna turn into a gummy
Yeah, you know that we be wrappin' niggas up just like a mummy (yeah, like a mummy)
He get shot, it execute him, so I hit him like a zombie (brrt)
They askin' will I kill again, I'll do it for some money (for some cash)
Whole team steady ballin', bitch, we comin' like the Sonics (like the Sonics)
Ten-piece, some fire to the face, five to the chest, I gave him crumpies (chicken wings)
Thirty shots up in this Drac', he keep runnin', I keep dumpin' (brrt, I keep shootin')
They tellin' me to stop shootin', but the bullets keep on comin' (they keepn on comin', nigga)
Bitch, you know how we be comin', we turn brains into salami (into salami)
Regular clip in my glizzy, bitch, I wanna put a hunnid (put a hunnid)
Put a switch up on that bitch and make it, "Brrp," it be stutterin' (it be stutterin')
If he talk down on my name, I swear to God I kill my brethren (my brethren)
Brrp
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Writer: Bryson Lashun Potts, D'Anthony Carlos, Mario Loving, Paul Epworth
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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