Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Clip Up (Reloaded) , by - Sheek Louch. Release date: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Clip Up (Reloaded) |
| Yeah |
| Donnie |
| Hey yo, Jada, what up, fam? |
| Huh, D-Block |
| Hey you ready, you ready to go in or what? |
| Yeah, alright, clip up then, nigga |
| Donnie |
| Hey yo |
| Can I get any higher? |
| They say Sheek on fire |
| I feel like Def Jam just signed (?) |
| I been a G since I was chewin' on a pacifer |
| I keep that Nick Cannon with me, no Mariah |
| They say the hood is mine |
| It’s like a nigga was born again to win |
| Sheek Louch, Donnie Frankenstein |
| My (?) is pretty as (?), ain’t it? |
| Porsche Turbo, about to get that bitch painted |
| Lucky Luciano, a.k.a. Piano Man |
| It’s the (?) keys, three or four a piece |
| Percocet Louch, bags of Oxys |
| These little niggas with me on the dust high |
| So I recommend your faggot ass to walk by |
| Or touch the sky |
| Or pray to Allah |
| Don Don, I’m all about the mighty dollar |
| Let’s keep it real, y’all know the deal |
| I’m worse than that BP oil spill |
| Ten thousand may get you a walkthrough, a little less dependin' who you talk to |
| I come through see these (?) lights |
| I’m a wolf, black version of Twilight |
| These rap niggas too big, they make-up bright (?) |
| It’s a rap stick-up, I heard your album |
| But like the city, I come back (?) |
| What’chu know about Don Don? |
| Fully automatic on the shouler with straps on |
| L dot, O dot, X the projects |
| Group homes, the chills, the street where we reps |
| We sorry if this ain’t for iTunes |
| D-block, this here’s for my goons |
| Cock back, clip up |
| Cock back, clip up |
| Cock back, clip up |
| Cock back, clip up |
| Broad day, no mask on, don’t make me clap it |
| My best customers is Souljah Boy and Ricky (?) |
| Just Casino, no spades or pitty pats (?) |
| It’s goin' down in the hood, nigga, plenty action |
| I’m doin' addition, you doin' subtraction |
| My crew on a mission, your crew is relaxin' |
| Guess who in the kitchen? |
| Guess who movin' packs in? |
| Public information, these are proven facts |
| If I ain’t with the O.G.s, I’m down (?), somewhere hot with no breeze |
| Dinner with young millionaires that sold keys |
| Now they just sit back, talk shit, and blow trees |
| My outfit’s unwearable, my shoes don’t fit you, my pain’s unbearable |
| Niggas that listen to my shit ain’t hearing you |
| I been that nigga, dawg, you always been terrible |
| That’s why the label ain’t flarin' (?) you |
| The day you decide to come through, we airin' you |
| Cock back, clip up |
| Cock back, clip up |
| Cock back, clip up |
| Cock back, clip up |
| Get accolades from the crooks |
| Macro, way before Apple made the book |
| Real gangster, all the honeys have to take a look |
| No pets in the buildin' but they have to take a wolf |
| Get at you but look at you, you’re a (?) on the hook |
| I’m a gettin' money nigga but I’m grimey with the (?) |
| Name a block that his jeweler’s on |
| It’ll be the same block his medulla’s on |
| New M-5, new Frank Mueller on |
| Yeah, I’m a boss but I still get my shooter on |
| Like a kid who you around, I take long shots, NBA shoot-around |
| Get the homie to pull the hoop around |
| Get your girl and pull the coup around |
| The only thing you missin' is the glitter |
| Follow niggas, we ain’t even talkin' 'bout Twitter |
| What’chu know about Don Don? |
| Fully automatic on the shouler with straps on |
| L dot, O dot, X the projects |
| Group homes, the chills, the street where we reps |
| We sorry if this ain’t for iTunes |
| D-block, this here’s for my goons |
| Cock back, clip up |
| Cock back, clip up |
| Cock back, clip up |
| Cock back, clip up |