| I limo tint the coupe ain’t no clarity in my whip
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| That Rollie bezzel dazzle, that’s clarity on my wrist
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| That .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip
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| I ain’t gon' feel no pressure, don’t care how these niggas feel
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| I ain’t gon' keep stressin' on problems, I’m doin' drugs
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| You can’t see it how I see it, you can’t keep up
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| All my enemies defeated, we run it up
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| All my money go away when I count it up
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| Used kiss my granny, make my mornin' swerves
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| Foggy window in my Cutlass was my learning curve
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| Keep a couple pistols in my furniture
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| Every time they serve my set, we came to service yours
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| Tell you somethin' bout my city in case you never heard
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| All these gangs in competition, who gon' murder more?
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| We never wave no white flag in this urban war
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| Head shots so you murder stars
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| Check out my perfect form
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| Straight out the eye of this perfect storm
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| I did my mine with a perfect score
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| Don’t waste time we just work some more
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| Rolls Royce raps and my tone is Forbes
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| I’ma take it overboard
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| Goyard by my .44
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| Go hard cause this world is yours
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| I’ma pay that fee
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| Smoked out with E-40 on
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| Bossed up like a Corleone
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| In these Maybach seats
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| I limo tint the coupe, ain’t no clarity in my whip
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| That Rollie bezzel dazzle, that’s clarity on my wrist
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| That .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip
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| I ain’t gon' feel no pressure, don’t care how these niggas feel
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| I ain’t gon' keep stressin' on problems, I’m doin' drugs
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| You can’t see it how I see it, you can’t keep up
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| All my enemies defeated, we run it up
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| All my money go away when I count it up
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| Projects to the condo, thinkin' bout should I decorate?
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| Only motivation I ever needed was Section 8
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| Pissy staircases, rats and roaches, wasn’t restin' late
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| Coke and dope we separate
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| Ain’t bagged it yet, they better wait
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| S600 black Mercedes-Benz, I love the features
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| Free my cousin, the D’s caught him with 100 pieces
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| Foreign visas, smokin' in Japan, I’m from the cement
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| One of the homies start tellin', I ain’t wanna believe it
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| Backwoods still burnin' out, Maserati murkin'
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| This that shit they ain’t heard about, certified in person
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| Real niggas serve a purpose, write my life out in these verses
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| Clarity in this Rollie, my bitch into Fendi purses
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| On Slauson with no license, Nipsey told me bring a two liter
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| 20,000 on me, I just made that shit off two features
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| Cuzzo just came home and all he askin' for is new sneakers
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| Sun up to sundown I used to trap, I was like who need it?
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| Dave East nigga
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| I limo tint the coupe, ain’t no clarity in my whip
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| That Rollie bezzel dazzle, that’s clarity on my wrist
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| That .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip
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| I ain’t gon' feel no pressure, don’t care how these niggas feel
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| I ain’t gon' keep stressin' on problems, I’m doin' drugs
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| You can’t see it how I see it, you can’t keep up
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| All my enemies defeated, we run it up
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| All my money go away when I count it up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Clarity , by - Nipsey Hussle. Song from the album Slauson Boy 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп