Monclearly - intro Lyrics

Yeah man, aye say man, you know I'm saying
I don't really gotta say too much
Ha
Shit matter of fact
Shhhh
She wants to be one of the boys
So tell her, come f*ck all my boys
She heard it, we making the noise
Not a fear, I'm deep intercourse
No rear, side mirrors of course
Better gas, it got me real horse
Pushing gas, it move like a horse
Balling hard, both sides of the court
Ball award, you niggas fell short
Falling hard, your bitch will go urghh
Sound of some nasty shit
It sounds like your bitch when she chewing (oh my)
Told her, don't play with your food, you better finish it
And I, know you don't f*ck with dude he got thinner dick
All right
Aye
Nobody make no noise (no noise)
Jew say he got the R on us, no I'm not talking about no toys (no toys)
Uh
Why the f*ck this car keep coming back, it's not familiar
Smelt that fishy shit from miles
Boy your tank need a new filter
Smell like caca and cafiltha (goddamn)
Don't, like Bryson Tiller (don't)
That's just how she sounded when I uploaded on Triller
Like who realer (you know)
Get in your gut, I go gorilla
Went up her dress, beat up my chest, like, can you guess this motion picture
Slap in the face monkey, Ben Stiller
And it looked like we was glitching, started reminiscing
I keep it p, I keep it pushing
Damn right, I kick on some rocks (damn right)
You know I stay reclined, i done been kicked off my socks.
They say talk is for cheap, that's what I used to do
Shot down to my knees, thought I was bulletproof
F*cked around, and lost it all but I had won a few
But that's okay I'm in all black, and I got me some blues
And I got me some jewels
And I got me some juice
That right there is the queue
That I gotta skate from you
Like get on my grind man
And this is my grind dance
God giving me guidance
Boy this is a God plan
No this is a good plan
A good plain
A good game
GG had a good game
Scholar nigga I was in my lane
Got a york bitch live in the land
Got a oneway home bitch I'm finna land
(finna land on a nigga, finna land on a nigga)
Tryna let all of this power out but I ain't got no socket
Remember I was really hot and hungry tired of touching pockets
I done lost my heart before but this time I done really locked it
Raindrops in the tropics
Fog in my bioptics
Barely see a f*cking thing
Some positions stay the same
Like how the f*ck you thinking that you can make me a change (I do)
But I fold up me a dollar (I do)
F*ck about a doctor (I do)
I got good smoke, I'm a rasta (I do)
I got Aliyah, imma rocker
Deadtime, no time to clock her (It's dead)
I could never be an imposter
Walk down on my words
Better yet I can draw it
Or paint it you call it
Wherever it is, you know I'm all in
I just ashed, gotta catch 'em all
I'm rolling through this grass, you know this grass tall
Too busy catching plays, mama heard Grass talk
Told her it wasn't for me, I lied my ass off
God made me cough
Had to speak the f*ck up, I'm sorry momma
All that shit you said about my dada, I'm just like my dada
And that nigga the Don, damn near 1 of 1
Until he had a son, and the gitt hit 21
Thankful for life, this shit is fun
Yeah
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