Clavish – Like This Lyrics

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Clavish – Like This Lyrics

 

Like This Lyrics By Clavish

If I weren’t out here, you know I couldn’t rap like this
If I weren’t broke before, you know I wouldn’t trap like this
PTSD the reason why I act like this
No one ain’t put the six on the map like this

Thin waist, dunno how she got a back like this
H*es from all over tryna hara** the kid
I dress clean, they’re attempting to catch my drip
But with the same clothes, still ain’t got a swag like this

I know I said it weren’t fashion week, course I was trippin’
When I run into the opps, I leave all of them drippin’
Sometimes, I gotta thank God for real
Imagine if I got caught for all of them chingin’s

I wish nothing but the best for all of them n*****
‘Cause when the young boys step outside, it’s due to be wicked
Don’t know why he raps smoke when he’s usually timid
If you see me in a foreign, then it’s usually tinted

Who remembers when three got stabbed in a day?
**** lucky that I didn’t leave tracks in his face
Got racks on my wrist, got racks for a chick
That’s tryna make change off telling us where they live

I’m breezin’ through the end in a Taycan
How am I hittin’ from the back when she told me she’s taken?
Ship and gale quick, but it’s vacant
I was on A wing, boiling my kettle with the razors

If I weren’t out here, you know I couldn’t rap like this
If I weren’t broke before, you know I wouldn’t trap like this
PTSD the reason why I act like this
No one ain’t put the six on the map like this

Thin waist, dunno how she got a back like this
H*es from all over tryna hara** the kid
I dress clean, they’re attempting to catch my drip
But with the same clothes, still ain’t got a swag like this

Friends push friends, that’s falling men
She gotta have her own bag and be more than peng
Pagans can’t say my name when it comes to bread
Forget fifty, them man ain’t got more than ten

Done it one time, now she thinks we’re more than friends
Here’s a one on one, make sure you call again
Got the drop now, gang’s on tour again
Just make sure it’s not none of yours again

My stacks putting on weight like it’s doing up aptemin
That time of the month don’t stop her from hattin’ it
A fours in the cab, I’m on edge, never panicking
My man’s buss,y but the young G’s embarra**ing

Little broke n***** tryna size up
Stroke it from the side before I tell her throw the thighs up
Nothing’s really changed, I’m still throwing gang signs up
Same postcode, but they won’t ever be nothin’ like us

If I weren’t out here, you know I couldn’t rap like this
If I weren’t broke before, you know I wouldn’t trap like this
PTSD the reason why I act like this
No one ain’t put the six on the map like this

Thin waist, dunno how she got a back like this
H*es from all over tryna hara** the kid
I dress clean, they’re attempting to catch my drip
But with the same clothes, still ain’t got a swag like this