CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Clone
You a copy like a clone
And they i mad i knew it
(Aye)
Do it my vlone
And its sad that they blew it
(Wait)
No ill never go
I won't fold i won't do it
(Okay)
And we on the road
Doing shows and we zooted
Now she trynna ride my wave
Sorry shorty its too late
Girl you not the one
Get the f**k out my way
B*t*h ima loopstar
In the field we making plays
What you gon say
MJ with that fadeaway
Crash landed on the scene
Call it
U.F F**KING O
Ima come up on my own
I will never sell my soul
Ima pull up in a wraith
Told my mama have some faith
Ima put bread on your plate
Playboy i do the race
From the gutter never safe
You a copy
You a fake
All you wanna do is hate
Stacking guala can't relate
Linking swupty on the tape
I ain't playing f**kin games
I dont wanna live the same
(Nooo)
Shorty told you you a lame
(Woah)
Try to keep up w my pace
Never lack i keep a blicky
Stacc my chedder like im mickey
You can catch me in the city b*t*h
Cuz im drippy n im litty b*t*h
Super drippy cuz im litty
(B*T*H!)
You a copy like a clone
And they i mad i knew it
(Aye)
Do it my vlone
And its sad that they blew it
(Wait)
No ill never go
I won't fold i won't do it
(Okay)
And we on the road
Doing shows and we zooted
Now she trynna ride my wave
Sorry shorty its too late
Girl you not the one
Get the f**k out my way
B*t*h ima loopstar
In the field we making plays
What you gon say
MJ with that fadeaway
What you got on
Baby this expensive bape
(Why)
Mix it with the rafs
And im lookin outerspace
(To fly)
You could call me nasa
Way I’m shooting all the flames
(Fwoo)
Somewhere in saturn
Smoking sherbet to the face
Pull up in a space coupe
Swerving the suburbans
Police right behind him
You could see they lurking
Hold up don’t get nervous
Put this b*t*h on turbo
You could tell we working
Got the whip on sport mode
Got my ex mad since we started see money
Ya girl hit me up Fly your shorty out the country
Take to her to dr somewhere in punta cana
See me in the booth prolly smoking marijuana
You a copy like a clone
And they i mad i knew it
(Aye)
Do it my vlone
And its sad that they blew it
(Wait)
No ill never go
I won't fold i won't do it
(Okay)
And we on the road
Doing shows and we zooted
Now she trynna ride my wave
Sorry shorty its too late
Girl you not the one
Get the f**k out my way
B*t*h ima loopstar
In the field we making plays
What you gon say
MJ with that fadeaway
And they i mad i knew it
(Aye)
Do it my vlone
And its sad that they blew it
(Wait)
No ill never go
I won't fold i won't do it
(Okay)
And we on the road
Doing shows and we zooted
Now she trynna ride my wave
Sorry shorty its too late
Girl you not the one
Get the f**k out my way
B*t*h ima loopstar
In the field we making plays
What you gon say
MJ with that fadeaway
Crash landed on the scene
Call it
U.F F**KING O
Ima come up on my own
I will never sell my soul
Ima pull up in a wraith
Told my mama have some faith
Ima put bread on your plate
Playboy i do the race
From the gutter never safe
You a copy
You a fake
All you wanna do is hate
Stacking guala can't relate
Linking swupty on the tape
I ain't playing f**kin games
I dont wanna live the same
(Nooo)
Shorty told you you a lame
(Woah)
Try to keep up w my pace
Never lack i keep a blicky
Stacc my chedder like im mickey
You can catch me in the city b*t*h
Cuz im drippy n im litty b*t*h
Super drippy cuz im litty
(B*T*H!)
You a copy like a clone
And they i mad i knew it
(Aye)
Do it my vlone
And its sad that they blew it
(Wait)
No ill never go
I won't fold i won't do it
(Okay)
And we on the road
Doing shows and we zooted
Now she trynna ride my wave
Sorry shorty its too late
Girl you not the one
Get the f**k out my way
B*t*h ima loopstar
In the field we making plays
What you gon say
MJ with that fadeaway
What you got on
Baby this expensive bape
(Why)
Mix it with the rafs
And im lookin outerspace
(To fly)
You could call me nasa
Way I’m shooting all the flames
(Fwoo)
Somewhere in saturn
Smoking sherbet to the face
Pull up in a space coupe
Swerving the suburbans
Police right behind him
You could see they lurking
Hold up don’t get nervous
Put this b*t*h on turbo
You could tell we working
Got the whip on sport mode
Got my ex mad since we started see money
Ya girl hit me up Fly your shorty out the country
Take to her to dr somewhere in punta cana
See me in the booth prolly smoking marijuana
You a copy like a clone
And they i mad i knew it
(Aye)
Do it my vlone
And its sad that they blew it
(Wait)
No ill never go
I won't fold i won't do it
(Okay)
And we on the road
Doing shows and we zooted
Now she trynna ride my wave
Sorry shorty its too late
Girl you not the one
Get the f**k out my way
B*t*h ima loopstar
In the field we making plays
What you gon say
MJ with that fadeaway
