Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 4 Clove Club , by - Wiki. Song from the album OOFIE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wikset
Song language: English
4 Clove Club |
| Never had no patience |
| I got signed before I graduated |
| And I had good grades shit |
| But God damn I had to make it |
| In school didn’t know how to use computers made the rawest statements |
| I knew exactly what I was doing sense I put paws to pavement |
| Every block I walk the Gods done gave him workers paved him |
| Put palms to face when commas wasted on some basics |
| Basic shit |
| I’d rather drop some dough and know my homies ate some shit |
| Than have some glaze up on my wrist, look |
| Heard some shit about my flag lotta fucking talk |
| It’s simple I’m mixed to fit into a fucking box |
| Ain’t a riddle to this shit it’s just Papi trying pop |
| That’s just Paddy trying rap |
| John Gotti of the flock |
| Bob Marley with the pop smash hits on the pot |
| Yeah that’s what I want |
| Do me and still be hot |
| It’s a fucking bop |
| Can’t do green, blue screen too much green I rock. |
| Ya heard? |
| I been on some next shit sense the get shit |
| Even when I get shit it’s on to that next shit |
| Been on ima get mine sense back in the Mets hat |
| But I don’t got time to fucking reflect back. |
| So I froze up then I rose up |
| 4 clove club, coq what? |
| Coqui and some cold cuts for the mutts |
| No more half halves make a flag throw it up |
| Get a bag, blow a buck |
| Get it back, grow it up |
| Not enough time to not grind |
| Been sonned to many times to not shine |
| Beer for breakfast |
| Hearing a text it’s |
| Uber here its a Lexus |
| On my way to some press shit |
| Next shit next shit shits depressing |
| I don’t even get it |
| Even when I got it, man it’s on to the next shit |
| I’ma be honest I don’t even want it by the time they get to press it |
| Now it’s on wax, facts, but a motherfucker gotta bounce back refresh shit |
| Test him, questions, press him, pest him thinking that I learned some lesson |
| I ain’t gotta learn no shit I just gotta burn a spliff and bless him |
| That’s my profession, flexin' |
| And I earned this shit, a professor tenure, drink while class in session |
| Stink of ash and benson hedges came with a pack of henchman, I’m back |
| I ain’t been this sick sense back in Peckham |
| Matter fact back when I was that rapping freshman, smacked |
| I been on some next shit sense the get shit |
| Even when I get shit it’s on to that next shit |
| Been on ima get mine sense back in the Mets hat |
| But I don’t got time to fucking reflect back. |
| So I froze up then I rose up |
| 4 clove club, coq what? |
| Coqui and some cold cuts for the mutts |
| No more half halves make a flag throw it up |
| Get a bag, blow a buck |
| Get it back, grow it up |