Songtext Cloned existence Unotheactivist

Cloned existence

Know what the fuck goin' on
29Thouxanban
Fuck you nigga... You right there?
Yeah, yeah, you know what I'm saying
We just...
We just tired of seeing these peon-ass niggas man

So we point these niggas out, huh
Point that little nigga out, uh
Point that nigga out, huh
Point that little nigga out, ooh
Give a fuck 'bout what you sayin'
Heard you running your mouth
When I see 'em I'ma Pacquiao 'em
Diamonds shining with the lights out
And I'm heavyweight
Winning like every bout
I'ma wrap shit like calamari
I'ma [?]
Point that nigga out, huh
Point that lil nigga out, huh
Point that nigga out, ooh
Point that lil nigga out

Uno I killed it

Yung Shyne, can't forget the Yung baby
Walk inside the club, I won't forget my gun, nah
Now I'm the hottest there right under the sun
Lord he blessing me, I hope I don't blast nothin', yeah
They asked me when I got so cheap
I said I made so much money want to keep all for me, I'm sorry
Like I'm Gleesh, leave your ass deceased
My pockets got a disease, it's called obesity, dig
Before you play me, you better play for keeps
Cause I'll play you out your whole [?], ya dig, I got cheats
Trying to take over your whole turf, I got cleats
'Cause you pussy niggas like grass under my feet

So we point these niggas out, huh
Point that little nigga out, uh
Point that nigga out, huh
Point that little nigga out, ooh
Give a fuck 'bout what you sayin'
Heard you running your mouth
When I see 'em I'ma Pacquiao 'em
Diamonds shining with the lights out
And I'm heavyweight
Winning like [?]
I'ma wrap shit like calamari
I'ma [?]
Point that nigga out, huh
Point that lil nigga out, huh
Point that nigga out, ooh
Point that lil nigga out

You're on point, but you're on point like a glitch
You're on point like a snitch, little bitty bitch
We don't point fingers, point red blinkers
Get money every time real niggas link up
I bought the chain different from the pendant, they still linked up
You penny pinchin', I told her to pass the scissors
Or pass the bitches, a four and a deuce might crash my liver
Might crash the kitchen, I'm living so rude from rags to riches
Might pull up official, pull out my ice, then pull all your bitches
Hop in the dish, hop in the Lam, pull up and hit
I might hop in your bitch, hop out the bitch like I am her kid
[?], little bitch, [?]

So we point these niggas out, huh
Point that little nigga out, uh
Point that nigga out, huh
Point that little nigga out, ooh
Give a fuck 'bout what you sayin'
Heard you running your mouth
When I see 'em I'ma Pacquiao 'em
Diamonds shining with the lights out
And I'm heavyweight
Winning like every bout
I'ma wrap shit like calamari
I'ma [?]
Point that nigga out, huh
Point that lil nigga out, huh
Point that nigga out, ooh
Point that lil nigga out

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