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Do or Die Video (MV)




Performed By: Clout Guard
Language: English
Length: 3:13
Written by: Maurice Brown




Clout Guard - Do or Die Lyrics




Im tryna get back, aint seen me in eons
Stick to the money you know thats what we on
Straight from the bottom in gosha
But ima get to the vlone, i cannot speak on
Niggas be talkin' to bitches like P.I.'s, they got a lead on
I cannot be wrong, still on the line when its do or die
Trust and believe in my people, Ima take care of it legal
Niggas aint bout' what they readin', never catch me in a fetal
Cant fold no way neither, Ball wit' the strap like arenas
Crafty white bitch like sabrina
Always been talkin like this cuz' i know what i say and i mean it
You turned your back when i said that i need you
Designer whenever i step when i see you, Bitch you gon' see proof
Come through in something thats foreign thats missin' the roof
Sorry you switched on me too, Im sorry my bitch from safari
She know she the truth, I just been chasing the loot
Still on the line when its do or die, Im with my troops
Niggas dont know about you, But lately been playin' it cool
Sit back and plot all the moves, Ima turn rap into food
You act like you know what you doin' but really you fooled
Gullible nigga we nothing but wolves
You run up on me you get smoked like a juul
For thinkin' you hood, niggas aint never been up in no woods
It do you no good did more than I should
In front of a judge ten toes I had stood
This aint for a look all i hang with is crooks
The opposite what jesus said in that book
I sin everyday, I cant get enough
And Delly was rollin that weed in the cut
Why they focused on us
I cant be lustin no sluts, they aint been helping you make it
Then they gon ask for a cut, when they get done and fed up
Bitch cant get a buck, Shit all you gon get is a nut
Too legit to go quit and im too hot to touch
Chrome heart wit' the off-white that shit is a must
My choppa Greg Oden that bitch it'll buss
Heron Preston, Raf Simons that shit cost a ticket
I hate talkin' bout what I did but i did it
Niggas ain't wit it, still do or die when they didn't
Im gettin like a pigeon avoiding a prison
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English

Im tryna get back, aint seen me in eons
Stick to the money you know thats what we on
Straight from the bottom in gosha
But ima get to the vlone, i cannot speak on
Niggas be talkin' to bitches like P.I.'s, they got a lead on
I cannot be wrong, still on the line when its do or die
Trust and believe in my people, Ima take care of it legal
Niggas aint bout' what they readin', never catch me in a fetal
Cant fold no way neither, Ball wit' the strap like arenas
Crafty white bitch like sabrina
Always been talkin like this cuz' i know what i say and i mean it
You turned your back when i said that i need you
Designer whenever i step when i see you, Bitch you gon' see proof
Come through in something thats foreign thats missin' the roof
Sorry you switched on me too, Im sorry my bitch from safari
She know she the truth, I just been chasing the loot
Still on the line when its do or die, Im with my troops
Niggas dont know about you, But lately been playin' it cool
Sit back and plot all the moves, Ima turn rap into food
You act like you know what you doin' but really you fooled
Gullible nigga we nothing but wolves
You run up on me you get smoked like a juul
For thinkin' you hood, niggas aint never been up in no woods
It do you no good did more than I should
In front of a judge ten toes I had stood
This aint for a look all i hang with is crooks
The opposite what jesus said in that book
I sin everyday, I cant get enough
And Delly was rollin that weed in the cut
Why they focused on us
I cant be lustin no sluts, they aint been helping you make it
Then they gon ask for a cut, when they get done and fed up
Bitch cant get a buck, Shit all you gon get is a nut
Too legit to go quit and im too hot to touch
Chrome heart wit' the off-white that shit is a must
My choppa Greg Oden that bitch it'll buss
Heron Preston, Raf Simons that shit cost a ticket
I hate talkin' bout what I did but i did it
Niggas ain't wit it, still do or die when they didn't
Im gettin like a pigeon avoiding a prison
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Writer: Maurice Brown
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