Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clumsy, artist - Cash Kidd. Date of issue: 23.12.2023
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Clumsy |
| Damn, Machu, why’d you have to do 'em like that? |
| Yeah |
| I put my heart in your hands, you got clumsy |
| Gave some people a little fame and they said fuck me |
| You know I’ll give you my last, it’s just money |
| Know I’ma make it back, everybody ain’t that lucky |
| I’m at my shit at all times, they can’t touch me |
| If I crash out, without a doubt, it was my brodie |
| It was my dawg, he got envious, set up me |
| It was my broad, she got in her feelings, said fuck me |
| I don’t like to meet new friends 'cause I love D |
| I’m gon' |
| I know one thing |
| I keep reminiscin', creepin' down that one street |
| I gotta make sure Mar-Mar straight, so it’s fuck sleep |
| I gotta make sure lawyers paid, you know how that be |
| They picked bro up for a murder, he know that’s beat |
| Gang put in all them years, can’t smile no more |
| I can’t hold 'em back, got tears on the microphone |
| Sorry Marc, I need a line, I had to ask you |
| I ain’t tell him I was fucked up, that was my last few |
| Long as I got it, I’ll give it to you, I’ll be glad to |
| I’ll do whatever to see you happy, I’m sick of bad news |
| I just checked my account, ooh, I’m grateful |
| How you switch on the gang? Ooh, I hate you |
| Everything for a reason, I’m thankful |
| I’d trade it all just to see the smile on your face rule |
| I’d trade it all just to start over, runnin', get up together |
| In and out the 'spital, keep havin' problems with my blood pressure |
| I peep the envy, I’m havin' problems with my own section |
| Hop out, trippin', button on the stick like an umbrella |
| No handouts, this wisdom come from my own lessons |
| Cross my fingers when I told her we forever |
| My new bitch rich, my ex fuckin' with point Dexters |
| She be tryna bang my music, but he won’t let her |
| I got ninety-nine problems, a bitch ain’t one |
| I got ninety-nine hollows, it’s gon' take one |
| Put my niggas onto fraud, fuck the bank up |
| Gave her back to the streets, don’t bring her name up |
| Your bitch cute, I’m tryna fly from Bay to the 6 |
| She know she fuckin' with a P like day twenty-six |
| Know you seen me with the gnat, but I ain’t with the bitch |
| Know you think I’m |
| but I came with the stick |
| I put my heart in your hands, you got clumsy |
| Gave some people a little fame and they said fuck me |
| You know I’ll give you my last, it’s just money |
| Know I’ma make it back, everybody ain’t that lucky |
| I’m at my shit at all times, they can’t touch me |
| If I crash out, without a doubt, it was my brodie |
| It was my dawg, he got envious, set up me |
| It was my broad, she got in her feelings, said fuck me |