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Divine Øverride Video (MV)




Performed By: Clyde Cyrus
Featuring: 6-6-6
Language: English
Written by: Clyde Cyrus




Clyde Cyrus - Divine Øverride Lyrics




[ Featuring 6-6-6 ]

See I got the freaks and they drop the cheeks when the music starts
Cuz she probably wanna rock with me no shooting stars
Shopping sprees all thru the mall
Riding me like amusement parks but she get played and y'all niggas been bitch made since the 10th grade
Cock the heat and you running but we aiming out of that moving car
Cause honestly I ain't cool with y'all
Doing things that's too bizarre
Pulling strings like a new guitar
All y'all niggas do is talk & ya main bitch is my booty call
Ate her out and then she gave me brain, call that food for thought
Told her make that coochie pop, bust a nut on her beauty marks
And I ain't racist but I only f*ck with green faces
Tubmans stacked on Jackson all inside my briefcases
If I'm in a speed chase with a muthaf*ckin' cop
Then they gon lock my in that box but I'll be out a week later, NIGGA

Y'all missing some flavors
I would be lying to you if I told you that I wasn't in it for paper
F*cking my bitch on the sink while she sniffing cocaina
Enter the chamber
Just take a look at my face and my sinister nature
You niggas is fake and you living a fable
As far as my tape, l'm gone finish it later

I HAD TO COP ME A THANG
I HAD TO COP ME A THANG
WHITE GIRL IMPERIAL BITCH
WHITE GIRL IMPERIAL BITCH
WHITE GIRL IMPERIAL BITCH (SHUU)

I HAD TO COP ME A THANG
I HAD TO COP ME A THANG
I HAD TO COP ME A THANG
WHITE GIRL IMPERIAL BITCH
WHITE GIRL IMPERIAL BITCH (SHUU)

I HAD TO COP ME A THANG
I HAD TO COP ME A THANG
WHITE GIRL IMPERIAL BITCH
WHITE GIRL IMPERIAL BITCH
ONLY WANT ME FOR MATERIAL SHIT
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See I got the freaks and they drop the cheeks when the music starts
Cuz she probably wanna rock with me no shooting stars
Shopping sprees all thru the mall
Riding me like amusement parks but she get played and y'all niggas been bitch made since the 10th grade
Cock the heat and you running but we aiming out of that moving car
Cause honestly I ain't cool with y'all
Doing things that's too bizarre
Pulling strings like a new guitar
All y'all niggas do is talk & ya main bitch is my booty call
Ate her out and then she gave me brain, call that food for thought
Told her make that coochie pop, bust a nut on her beauty marks
And I ain't racist but I only f*ck with green faces
Tubmans stacked on Jackson all inside my briefcases
If I'm in a speed chase with a muthaf*ckin' cop
Then they gon lock my in that box but I'll be out a week later, NIGGA

Y'all missing some flavors
I would be lying to you if I told you that I wasn't in it for paper
F*cking my bitch on the sink while she sniffing cocaina
Enter the chamber
Just take a look at my face and my sinister nature
You niggas is fake and you living a fable
As far as my tape, l'm gone finish it later

I HAD TO COP ME A THANG
I HAD TO COP ME A THANG
WHITE GIRL IMPERIAL BITCH
WHITE GIRL IMPERIAL BITCH
WHITE GIRL IMPERIAL BITCH (SHUU)

I HAD TO COP ME A THANG
I HAD TO COP ME A THANG
I HAD TO COP ME A THANG
WHITE GIRL IMPERIAL BITCH
WHITE GIRL IMPERIAL BITCH (SHUU)

I HAD TO COP ME A THANG
I HAD TO COP ME A THANG
WHITE GIRL IMPERIAL BITCH
WHITE GIRL IMPERIAL BITCH
ONLY WANT ME FOR MATERIAL SHIT
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Writer: Clyde Cyrus
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