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George Clooney Video (MV)




Performed By: Mac Certified
Length: 3:24
Written by: Patrick Caruthers




Mac Certified - George Clooney Lyrics




Bitch its yours truly
Shooting clips just like a movie call me George Clooney
Put them chickens in the coop and get them birds movin
Nobody seen who shot him, they just know they heard shootin
Yeah
Bitch its yours truly
Shooting clips just like a movie call me George Clooney
Put them chickens in the coop and get them birds movin
Nobody seen who shot him, they just know they heard shootin

They heard

I live my life like I'm ready to end it
These niggas envy the f*ck is they kiddin
Bitches be choosin and I'm the decision
Niggas be beefin with me about bitches
I keep a heater that comes with extensions
When I be spittin it feels like its endless
I had to leave her she lost my attention
Know I'm a creeper bitch play your position
I got some killers that stay on a mission
They gon take all your shit if you don't give it
Married to money I made it my Mrs
Jumped off the porch cuz that shit was so temptin
Got on my grind I knew I had it in me
Me and lil bro sell that pack til its empty
These niggas broke swear they pockets so empty
Try me I empty that 4 til it's empty
I can go anywhere around my city
Full of that shit so you better not tempt me
Stay on that molly its all in my system
My fingers been itchin to take me a victim
I've been convicted my name in the system
I hope that God aint ashamed of his children
My nigga blew out his brains with that pistol
That shit made me go insane man I miss him

Bitch its yours truly
Shooting clips just like a movie call me George Clooney
Put them chickens in the coop and get them birds movin
Nobody seen who shot him, they just know they heard shootin
Yeah
Bitch its yours truly
Shooting clips just like a movie call me George Clooney
Put them chickens in the coop and get them birds movin
Nobody seen who shot him, they just know they heard shootin

They heard

Scrapin the pot for the extra
I just wanna f*ck I don't want all that extra
Nigga play he gon get put on that stretcher
Unload them weapons and push on the pedal
Talk all that shit get a mouth full of medal
I'm in the trap with a pouch full of pebbles
100 round drum on the couch with the chette
Kill you in broad day or night like I'm Freddy
Young nigga started off light now I'm heavy
And this shit started off white now it's ready
Better not put up a fight cuz its deadly
One in the head gon leave your ass headless
I'm a young nigga GD and I'm reckless
Since I got money I ain't did no stressin
You ain't got money bitch quit all that flexin
I passed all my classes you better not test me
Load up the clips and we put on them vests
Walk on these niggas and treat em like peasents
Ain't about money don't call or don't text me
If you got anna man up and address it
All black bandanna my big homie blessed me
Young nigga gettin this bag and its Hefty
Niggas on all of them drugs its unhealthy
She cannot deal with a nigga that's wealthy

Bitch its yours truly
Shooting clips just like a movie call me George Clooney
Put them chickens in the coop and get them birds movin
Nobody seen who shot him, they just know they heard shootin
Yeah
Bitch its yours truly
Shooting clips just like a movie call me George Clooney
Put them chickens in the coop and get them birds movin
Nobody seen who shot him, they just know they heard shootin

They heard
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Bitch its yours truly
Shooting clips just like a movie call me George Clooney
Put them chickens in the coop and get them birds movin
Nobody seen who shot him, they just know they heard shootin
Yeah
Bitch its yours truly
Shooting clips just like a movie call me George Clooney
Put them chickens in the coop and get them birds movin
Nobody seen who shot him, they just know they heard shootin

They heard

I live my life like I'm ready to end it
These niggas envy the f*ck is they kiddin
Bitches be choosin and I'm the decision
Niggas be beefin with me about bitches
I keep a heater that comes with extensions
When I be spittin it feels like its endless
I had to leave her she lost my attention
Know I'm a creeper bitch play your position
I got some killers that stay on a mission
They gon take all your shit if you don't give it
Married to money I made it my Mrs
Jumped off the porch cuz that shit was so temptin
Got on my grind I knew I had it in me
Me and lil bro sell that pack til its empty
These niggas broke swear they pockets so empty
Try me I empty that 4 til it's empty
I can go anywhere around my city
Full of that shit so you better not tempt me
Stay on that molly its all in my system
My fingers been itchin to take me a victim
I've been convicted my name in the system
I hope that God aint ashamed of his children
My nigga blew out his brains with that pistol
That shit made me go insane man I miss him

Bitch its yours truly
Shooting clips just like a movie call me George Clooney
Put them chickens in the coop and get them birds movin
Nobody seen who shot him, they just know they heard shootin
Yeah
Bitch its yours truly
Shooting clips just like a movie call me George Clooney
Put them chickens in the coop and get them birds movin
Nobody seen who shot him, they just know they heard shootin

They heard

Scrapin the pot for the extra
I just wanna f*ck I don't want all that extra
Nigga play he gon get put on that stretcher
Unload them weapons and push on the pedal
Talk all that shit get a mouth full of medal
I'm in the trap with a pouch full of pebbles
100 round drum on the couch with the chette
Kill you in broad day or night like I'm Freddy
Young nigga started off light now I'm heavy
And this shit started off white now it's ready
Better not put up a fight cuz its deadly
One in the head gon leave your ass headless
I'm a young nigga GD and I'm reckless
Since I got money I ain't did no stressin
You ain't got money bitch quit all that flexin
I passed all my classes you better not test me
Load up the clips and we put on them vests
Walk on these niggas and treat em like peasents
Ain't about money don't call or don't text me
If you got anna man up and address it
All black bandanna my big homie blessed me
Young nigga gettin this bag and its Hefty
Niggas on all of them drugs its unhealthy
She cannot deal with a nigga that's wealthy

Bitch its yours truly
Shooting clips just like a movie call me George Clooney
Put them chickens in the coop and get them birds movin
Nobody seen who shot him, they just know they heard shootin
Yeah
Bitch its yours truly
Shooting clips just like a movie call me George Clooney
Put them chickens in the coop and get them birds movin
Nobody seen who shot him, they just know they heard shootin

They heard
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Writer: Patrick Caruthers
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