Pooh Shiesty - No Clues (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Pooh Shiesty - No Clues (en) Lyrics
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We FOX-13, don't get introduced
to the news
This Drac' came with a shell catcher,
we ain't leaving clues
I put a sixty on it, tryna
knock down fifty dudes
My Glizzy be heating up, put
the kit on it, keep it cool
If the crackers come get me, keep
it silent, play it bool
Don't get inside no investigation
room accepting food
My Cartier watch be dancing
every time I make a move
We 1017 extortion gang, it's
time to pay your dues
Wop come knocking at your door with
the chop' like the rent was due
Got the drops, we know your schedule
where you work from ten to two
Swinging sticks, we don't care who
we hit, long as he kin to dude
Why niggas always be sending shots but
don't go with they moves, huh?
That's the type of pussy
shit I don't condone
We ain't shootin' up no houses,
walk you down and hit yo' dome
Fuck the system, free Baby
CEO, he comin' home
That lil' nigga kept it silent,
gotta throw my dog a bone
They still got Hank on max, I'ma
make his bond from the whole
Got two moves up the road, it's some
country boys with some bowls
First mission got complete, but
the other didn't try to go
Shot his ass 'fore he upped, I'm
like James Bond with the pole
Matter fact I'm like James
Harden, up the score
Thirteen shots out the rocket,
I step back before I blow
I know I signed a deal, but
I still be in robbin' mode
Too many bitches in my phone,
might get to blockin' hoes
Uh, coupe too fast, can't
drive it and cruise
We play for keeps, go with your
move, I promise you gon' lose
My bitch shaped like a Coke bottle,
ass sit up like a stool
He was just talkin' gangster, now
he breathin' through a tube
Glock with the switch knocked out his
teeth, now he can't eat his food
Percocets got me high, mean
muggin', hoes say I'm rude
Double-R hit the party, we
turn this bitch to a zoo
Nigga make the wrong move, we gon'
beat his ass out his shoes
Exotic Glocks like an Uzi, my
bitches bad and they bougie
Drop a bag on the opp head just
to show I'm rich and ruthless
Nigga mad I hit his bitch, so he
tell folks that we into it
I know niggas hate me, drop salt
on my name just for some pussy
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