MIST - Can't Stop Clocks (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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MIST - Can't Stop Clocks (en) Lyrics
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Even though I get mad guap
Still out on the block with them niggas
and them Glocks (Oh yeah)
Still out on the block with them
niggas and them Glocks (Oh no)
Tell the judge that you
can't stop clocks
That pussy there can just lock locks
Oh, let me share this
Hard times, found mice in
my shared crib (Real)
Whilst fuckin' up the scene,
I'm a rare kid (Mad)
Real life rap, I don't tell fibs (Nah)
My nigga seen a milli, still
sell sniff (Trapping)
And if you want beef, better
forfeit (Gang)
'Cause these days we walk
with the four fiv
And the four fiv will really
make you walk stiff
Made my label quick,
made a major flick
Now the clothes on my back, yeah
they're tailor-made to fit
Got Cali in my spliff
No whips no more, just
bikes and sticks
It's the life that I live
Check the price on my crib
Got a big chain on, no knife on my hip
Got stopped, two 25 large and
I laughed at the searg'
Like I made it tonight, I'm legit
Last year I was pissed off
(My bro Mist, why's that?)
T-t-they tried stop my wings
like I'm Rick Ross
No wingster (Real)
Long walks in the rain
to the chip shop
Yeah, I nearly give up
Now any trick we pick we get our-
Late night meet with the G's,
get your bricks up (Finesse)
Bros got the trees and the
ting tucked (Top bang)
If we catch you late night,
that's bad luck, mad stuff
(It's real mad, real mad)
Picture being famous being banged up
Picture looking broke and
you're stacked up
These racks get a fuck boy
wrapped up, mad stuff
Picture looking broke and
you're wrapped up
These racks get a fuck boy wrapped up
(Even though I get mad guap)
(Still out on the block with them
niggas and them Glocks) Oh yeah
(Still out on the block with them
niggas and them Glocks) Oh no
(Tell the judge that you
can't stop clocks)
(That pussy there can just lock locks)
M-I-S to the fuckin' T
It's been a long time fuckin' coming
Just know this year you fuckin' had it
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