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Clowns Video (MV)




Performed By: Key Glock
Language: English
Length: 2:50
Written by: Christopher Otis, Markeyvuis Cathey




Key Glock - Clowns Lyrics
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(Ceeo, turn that beat up)

I be Dolce & Gabbana to the ground on you clowns, yeah
Hop up out that Benz, smell like a pound right now
Thirty thousand in my mouth, I can't wait to crack a smile
I'm turnt up, can't turn me down, bitch, I made my mama proud

Diamond chokers and my neck wet, I might drown (yeah)
Bitch, I'm playin' with a check, I don't play around (yeah)
Thumbin' through that cash, yes, I love how it sound (yeah)
School of hard knocks, bitch, got my cap and gown, yeah
I ran up my my money, they say I act funny now (up, what?)
Ain't shit change (what?)
I been doin' this since a child, yeah (Glock)
Talk of the town, yeah (Glizzock)
Slidin' with them rounds (fire)
I never made a sound (uh-uh)
I always held it down (yeah, Glock)
Used to jump the other side, now might jump in the crowd, yeah (I'm lit)
Rockstar style, yeah (lit)
Glock goin' wild (yeah, yeah)

This ho talkin' foul so I got to put her out (bitch)
I fired up a blunt of loud and said, "Bitch, play with your child"

I be Dolce & Gabbana to the ground on you clowns, yeah
Hop up out that Benz, smell like a pound right now
Thirty thousand in my mouth, I can't wait to crack a smile
I'm turnt up, can't turn me down, bitch, I made my mama proud

AMG coupe, yeah, I drip tomato soup, yeah (skrrt)
Smooth with the tool, yeah, forty on me full, yeah
Hotter than June, ooh (I'm hot)
Breakin' all the rules, yeah
These bitches just say I'm rude (what?)
'Cause I can't be her boo
No I can't be that guy (uh-uh)
Baby, I ain't gon' even lie
I can't trust her, she too fine
But still f*ck her 'til she cry
Side bitch name Nina, I ain't gon' lie, she ride or die
Yeah I'm talkin' 'bout my nine, I heard you niggas talkin' down
Ain't shit friendly in my city, ridin' with sticks on Shelby Drive
And them niggas you see with me, best believe that they gon' fire
Don't need thirty niggas with me, I know fat gon' ride or die
That's my motherf*ckin' guy (fat)
Just went and bought him a four-five, yeah (Glock)

I be Dolce & Gabbana to the ground on you clowns, yeah
Hop up out that Benz, smell like a pound right now
Thirty thousand in my mouth, I can't wait to crack a smile
I'm turnt up, can't turn me down, bitch, I made my mama proud (hell yeah)

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(Ceeo, turn that beat up)

I be Dolce & Gabbana to the ground on you clowns, yeah
Hop up out that Benz, smell like a pound right now
Thirty thousand in my mouth, I can't wait to crack a smile
I'm turnt up, can't turn me down, bitch, I made my mama proud

Diamond chokers and my neck wet, I might drown (yeah)
Bitch, I'm playin' with a check, I don't play around (yeah)
Thumbin' through that cash, yes, I love how it sound (yeah)
School of hard knocks, bitch, got my cap and gown, yeah
I ran up my my money, they say I act funny now (up, what?)
Ain't shit change (what?)
I been doin' this since a child, yeah (Glock)
Talk of the town, yeah (Glizzock)
Slidin' with them rounds (fire)
I never made a sound (uh-uh)
I always held it down (yeah, Glock)
Used to jump the other side, now might jump in the crowd, yeah (I'm lit)
Rockstar style, yeah (lit)
Glock goin' wild (yeah, yeah)

This ho talkin' foul so I got to put her out (bitch)
I fired up a blunt of loud and said, "Bitch, play with your child"

I be Dolce & Gabbana to the ground on you clowns, yeah
Hop up out that Benz, smell like a pound right now
Thirty thousand in my mouth, I can't wait to crack a smile
I'm turnt up, can't turn me down, bitch, I made my mama proud

AMG coupe, yeah, I drip tomato soup, yeah (skrrt)
Smooth with the tool, yeah, forty on me full, yeah
Hotter than June, ooh (I'm hot)
Breakin' all the rules, yeah
These bitches just say I'm rude (what?)
'Cause I can't be her boo
No I can't be that guy (uh-uh)
Baby, I ain't gon' even lie
I can't trust her, she too fine
But still f*ck her 'til she cry
Side bitch name Nina, I ain't gon' lie, she ride or die
Yeah I'm talkin' 'bout my nine, I heard you niggas talkin' down
Ain't shit friendly in my city, ridin' with sticks on Shelby Drive
And them niggas you see with me, best believe that they gon' fire
Don't need thirty niggas with me, I know fat gon' ride or die
That's my motherf*ckin' guy (fat)
Just went and bought him a four-five, yeah (Glock)

I be Dolce & Gabbana to the ground on you clowns, yeah
Hop up out that Benz, smell like a pound right now
Thirty thousand in my mouth, I can't wait to crack a smile
I'm turnt up, can't turn me down, bitch, I made my mama proud (hell yeah)

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Writer: Christopher Otis, Markeyvuis Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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