Cletes

Album cover art for "Cletes" by Adamn Killa

Adamn Killa - Rap, Unreleased

Cletes

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[Intro] I can't fuck with ya'll I can't fuck with ya'll I'm Adamn baby I can't fuck with ya'll 2020 is my year 2020 is my year 2020 is my year Or 21 is my year What are years, yeah, yeah [Hook] I remember I didn't have nothing and I woke up real, real hungry And I went down to the kitchen and I didn't have nothing to eat Now I wake up in the morning and I go get to the money What I made today, in my pocket, could've got some Margiela feet Now I can't trust none of my homies cause I'm getting too much damn money And I gotta family to feed, can't have nobody plotting on me I can't kick it with no phonies, do it look like I'm a goalie? But I'm ballin every day like I got soccer cleats on me [Verse] My fingers itching for that money I get racks from Sunday to Sunday I don't skip a day, no hump day And my pockets looking bumpy Crack your melon, humpty dumpty These Balmain, no Banana Republic Get the money the only subject I ain't worried bout none of ya'll buddies I can't fuck with ya'll I don't know none of ya'll I'm ballin, lacrosse I am a money hog Got tricks like Tony Hawk I'm sorry I'm a boss They a Adamn knock off Saw the puzzle like Jigsaw Only fuck with my two dawgs Polo on my drawers Red up on my car My pockets looking diseased I can see the nosebleeds Ya'll are gold on my teeth Why the hating on me I get racks in my sleep $1,200 for both feet Baby suck my ding-a-ling Every day wear the same jeans Only money what I think (Only money what I think) Yeah, my fingers itchin, itchin, itchin for the money Niggas laughing when you broke but now that shit not funny I walked in the store and I couldn't buy shit, I was hungry [Hook] I remember I didn't have nothing and I woke up real, real hungry And I went down to the kitchen and I didn't have nothing to eat Now I wake up in the morning and I go get to the money What I made today, in my pocket, could've got some Margiela feet Now I can't trust none of my homies cause I'm getting too much damn money And I have a family to feed, can't have nobody plotting on me I can't kick it with no phonies, do it look like I'm a goalie? But I'm ballin every day like I got soccer cleats on me

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Credits

Writers
  • Adamn Killa
  • MikeMadeaHitter