Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not a Clyde, artist - Anilyst. Album song Syllable Sliding 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Not a Clyde |
Lifted higher than you |
People admire the shit that I do |
Cause I inspire my listeners too |
Stick to they grind, get what they choose |
It’s all in your mind, don’t give up or lose |
The hardest of times will give you the proof |
That you could survive through miserable moods |
I’m telling all guys and women to prove |
That no one alive can fill in their shoes |
As long as you try you’ll get what you choose |
Know your damn worth |
Yes you gotta put a plan first |
Only God has all the answers |
To the top we don’t ever go backwards |
Take a look in my eyes |
You can see pain mixed up with pride |
But I keep a gang of faith by my side |
Main chick wanna ride |
She be like A' make up your mind |
Waiting on the day to make you be mine |
But, but I’m a player baby not a clyde |
Maybe one day with time |
If I leave the game then change up my mind |
Which really ain’t likely |
I admit I’m liking you slightly |
I been thinking bout her nightly |
Damn |
Ain’t your ride or die |
I’m a player not a clyde |
I’m a player not a clyde |
I’m a player not a clyde |
Player not a clyde |
Player not a clyde |
(Swing my way, swing my way) |
(Come and swing, come and swing) |
(Swing my way, swing my way) |
(Swing my way, swing my way) |
I’m not typical, I’m a leader |
She’s a simple girl not a diva |
Feeling invisible but I see her |
Listening to Mystikal from her speakers |
Girl I got a crib full of sativa |
The kid’s an overachiever |
Liquor bottles in liters |
Gotta live large ma to feel freedom |
And I do as I please |
Got a stack or two in my jeans |
Mad at dude cause I seem |
To have an attitude that’s obscene |
Damn boo have you seen |
Your ass move on the screen? |
Out of every single bad bitch |
It’s a fact that you is the queen |
Mobbin' ma not a mobster |
We ridin' off to my casa |
Tell me if you get hungry |
We could do it proper pasta and lobster |
Never stop to talk to impostors |
Got a flock chopped like I’m waka |
She’s a pop lock and dropper |
Got’s the spot top in my roster |
Which one of these cats can last |
With a bitch that’s as bad as that |
Got’s all bags in matching black |
Fashion mixed with flashy tats |
Damn, she’s action packed |
Likes getting bad in back of the Lac' |
Man that ass got fat pretty fast |
Both hands smacking it back to back |
Damn |
Ain’t your ride or die |
I’m a player not a clyde |
I’m a player not a clyde |
I’m a player not a clyde |
Player not a clyde |
Player not a clyde |
(Swing my way, swing my way) |
(Come and swing, come and swing) |
(Swing my way, swing my way) |
(Swing my way, swing my way) |