Testo Clockin It Freestyle - DreamDoll
Testo della canzone Clockin It Freestyle (DreamDoll), tratta dall'album Clockin It Freestyle - Single
Bitch, I'll make your nigga spend his money so quick
He on my body, my top, my hip
You are lookin' at a real get-money-ass bitch
She a hater, she is not my sis
She is not gang, she is not twin
I don't want your nigga, bitch, he is not him
He do not spend, I don't want your nigga
Bitch, he is not trim (Cardiak)
If I can't cuddle a nigga, I take a detour
Gotta ask a nigga like, "What you bein' so cheap for?"
I stand up, shit goin' down, I'm like a seesaw
Bitches can't see me like fingerprints on a screen door
Never been the type to be pressed, I ain't no keyboard
Bitches might've been with more niggas, but bitch, I see more
Why you out hеre blowin' niggas up like you C4?
I'm outside passin' shit around likе a seeing ball
My bitches stay on the beach, I'm on the way to the beach
Better do your taxes, you ain't who you claimin' to be
How you gon' feed inside nigga that caters to me?
That nigga left you anyway, you should've just gave him to me
They be like, "Dream', where you been?" You know, poppin' it
All that shit you bitches be doin', you know the opposite
With a bunch of bitches who dance, I feel like Joseline
If you ain't make no money today, that shit preposterous
Niggas tryna play in my face, this ain't a Oculus
I'm on you every second I get, that mean I'm clockin' it
I'm makin' a movie, you pretendin' that you ain't watchin' it
A nigga can't take you to Prime, then you ain't Optimus
My watch is an antique, my wrist full of Van Cleefs
My DMs is flooded, it's hard bein' my man peace
My pussy is so good, I can't get no damn sleep
Can't even go outside without hearin' a damn peep
(Damn peep) shut the fuck up
Hey riders, it's Kathy Green
I be seeing bitches like doing videos like, "Yes, he tatted my name on him"
Like, bitch, that nigga got a tattoo of Bugs Bunny
He don't give a fuck about tattooing your name on him
He already has 500 other tattoos, please, do not fall for the gas
Catch me in some fast shit, bitch, but it ain't Ramadan
Seen you in that Rolls, that's cute, I'm on the driver side
Secret to havin' a lot of guys is to lie to guys
Cold bitch, milkin' these niggas, I made a Häagen-Dazs
One thing a nigga never gon' see is me apologize
Should've called me 'fore I glowed up, I'm like a firefly
Shouldn't have to tell nigga shit, only my Prada size
I let a nigga pump me up and never put my pride aside
My shit is tight, tight, yeah, sure, he can dive inside
Face card too valid, they ain't even gotta slide
I was born a Pisces, now I'm just a dollar sign
White boy wanna shoot up the box, he think it's Columbine
We was both in Dubai, but you was gettin' sodomized
I've been makin' hits since I signed on the dotted line
Top bitch, bottom line, I show you how to shine
I shit on who you sign, I ain't even gotta rhyme (Dream)
The price of pussy just went up, P-O-P, ladies, okay?
When you're fucking with these athletes and rappers
You are all asking for the same shit
Chanel, Kelly's, Birkin's, the lil' fuckin' bracelets
The bust-down watches, the trips to Turks and Caicos
The ass shots, the BBLs
The trip to Miami so that you can move dumb -, um
Twerk on the yacht and with a bottle of 1942
This shit is played out, they know what you're going to ask for
They got their lil' pussy taxes already ready for you
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