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Andrew Beats - Clue Lyrics

[intro]
Counting up bands like a stripper
The more band I count, my pockets get thinner (yeah)

Mixed bitch out for some dinner
She wearing some lace so I think Ima hit her (oh what?)

On top so I feel like a winner
She asking for sex, we ain't married, a sinner

Stilettos to make her damn shins hurt
This bitch wears a coat but it isn't the winter (burr)

[verse 1]
Dividing them xans like a fraction
Brought me a magnum get action
I rolled you a blunt better pass it
Your dirty ass shoes got no traction

I got me some bands off of rapping
Say you got guns, stop the capping
Pistol on dick, I ain't lacking
New i8 you ain't passing


Run up on him like a taxi
I got a bitch in the back seat
Got me a tan, and I got me some bands
Bought a new car you won't gas me
Smoking on grams of gelato
Got me some band like theft auto
Smoking on herb, yeah your bitch on the curb
'member when we used to smoke out of bottles

Soon we smoke eighths on the daily
Ice on my wrist I feel haily

Switch on my Glock no nintendo
She ain't acrobat, but this bitch's back can bend though

{verse 2/ending]
Now my phone bussing like bees
Damn finally get my car with some keys
Used to get gas for the free, now they taxing that shit like that shit is some tea

Now these girl begging like please, like they don't know that I did this shit with some ease
I ain't a rat but like cheese
Smoking on gas like I can't even breathe

Hot as hell in this damn room
Hopefully soon my damn dream will come true
Who did it, I ain't got clues
How many bodies I ain't know that too