Clout lyrics

by

Juice WRLD


[Chorus]
Take a motherf*cker to the cleaners
On the court with a Glock, no Gilbert Arenas
Some hoes want fame, others want money
But she f*ckin' me just because my demeanor
I remember when these b*tches was sleepin'
Back in the day when the Swishers were sweeter
I remember when these b*tches was creepin'
f*ck on my homie, suck mе the next weekend (Yеah)
I'm off the ground nowhere to be found
I remember I was selling them pounds
We would rob a n*gga just for a ounce
Count the money to a bigger amount
She can't talk with my di*k in her mouth
Twelve came, hide the stick in the couch
What these n*ggas about?
Postin’ pictures of guns, do that sh*t for the clout

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
Take a motherf*cker to the cleaners
On the court with a Glock, no Gilbert Arenas
Some hoes want fame, others want money
But she f*ckin' me just because my demeanor
I remember when these b*tches was sleepin'
Back in the day when the Swishers were sweeter
I remember when these b*tches was creepin'
f*ck on my homie, suck me the next weekend
(Yeah)
I'm off the ground nowhere to be found
I remember I was selling them pounds
We would rob a n*gga just for a ounce
Count the money to a bigger amount
She can't talk with my di*k in her mouth
Twelve came, hide the stick in the couch
What these n*ggas about?
Postin’ pictures of guns, do that sh*t for the clout
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