Clippers Songtext
von Hurricane Wisdom

Gonna be okay with it
But she won′t fold away

Hey, tryna realize I'm that nigga
Cali low then I send ′em
Don't take shit from Billy
Even the trash house feels like the trenches
Niggas my safe house, feels like a clipper
Nigga, I ain't in LA, I′m trappin′ too, but wildin'

Hey, ain′t shy, got my jeans
Pay low and drag on, smile, but I don't know how gang got in
Verse; you keep going on my feet and tabs
Bitch, I′m throwing t's and b′s
I said, "Who you think you is?"
I ask what I love like


Hey, tryna realize I'm that nigga
Cali low then I send 'em
Don′t take shit from Billy
Even the trash house feels like the trenches
Niggas my safe house, feels like a clipper
Nigga, I ain′t in LA, I'm trappin′ too, but wildin'

Nah, I fuck on draco fifth like goddamn
Niggas fuckin′ on my finest
Bitch, I'm prolly not
I was asking if bitch, I′m prolly
Had a chat with gang
Was bouncing out that flame but he don't know
They say life's a gangster
I treat her like, "Ya′ll love this, go."
On the ground, that boy ain′t gon' spill in front of his ass spouse
Fuck

Hey, tryna realize I′m that nigga
Cali low then I send 'em
Don′t take shit from Billy
Even the trash house feels like the trenches
Niggas my safe house, feels like a clipper
Nigga, I ain't in LA, I′m trappin' too, but wildin'


Six, bitch, I been that nigga
Sixteen, with six figures
I go AP, Patek, Richard
Treats worth big Splenda
Pilot lane, pull off, go ten it
Foreign trap get me to spend it
Fuck these pussies, I don′t feel them
If he move, drick chillin′

I got mad love in the trenches
But, I ain't been back in a minute
I been on the road and fuckin′ hoes and counting checks relentless
Beat the streets, I duck the citizens
Told Chris fake jump and finesses
Told my mama quit her job, cause we don't need no fuckin′ pension

If it smoke, but pay attention
Luv bro stay on go, he ain't missing
Block 23 got a switch and extension
And your idol with twists, don′t mention me
If you ain't wit it, you still can get it
When you gon' realize I′m that nigga?
Made it out without a scratch
Roots, baby, as gonna war with gorillas
Skiin′

Hey, tryna realize I'm that nigga
Cali low then I send ′em
Don't take shit from Billy
Even the trash house feels like the trenches
Niggas my safe house, feels like a clipper
Nigga, I ain′t in LA, I'm trappin′ too, but wildin'

Gonna be okay with it
But she won't fold away