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• Artiste: Sylvan LaCue
• Titre: Clam Chowda
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Ain’t shit I’m about to bow for Shells on my back got me feeling like Bowser Pull up by myself dawg fuck you bring a crowd for You ain’t in the field dawg, you be in your browser Bread bowl, Clam Chowder Lime on my trout got my bitch on my trousers Niggas done switched up again, wowsers These days I’m the only one I ever vouch for Woah, hold up, wait, don’t be nervous I do everything on purpose Love my free time told my niggas text me first before you call unless its urgent Freak on my leash, Freak on my leash Ceasе & Desist Fuck dawg, where thе love at? I feel some way why should I feel above that You ain't bout to get the last laugh nigga I put up the stats you put up the last half nigga, hold up How you been? Back up in this bitch A In’t felt this at home since my momma them Commas low I’d probably rock you cold if you come out your bin Shawty go like I know you got cold but this ain’t time to bend Caesar poppin creases in my pockets Wally Moccasins Hundred thousand for the two piece hallejuah nigga praise Jesus Fuck rap I need a new lease by the water where you can’t see us Niggas done switched up again Nah nigga you’re not my friend, hold up Yea, traumma come, trauma come, I don’t even feel it Yea, trauma come, trauma come, I don’t even feel it Yea, If I die hard, I’ma die hard Bruce Willis Yea, If I die hard, Ima die hard Bruce Willis Oh Yea, trauma come, trauma come, I don’t even feel it Yea, trauma come, trauma come, I don’t even feel it Yea, If I die hard I’ma die hard Bruce Willis Yea, If I die hard I’ma die hard Bruce Willis Ain’t shit I’m about to bow for Shells on my back got me feeling like Bowser Pull up by myself dawg fuck you bring a crowd for You ain’t in the field dawg, you be in your browser Bread bowl, Clam Chowder Lime on my trout got my bitch on my trousers Niggas done switched up again, wowsers These days I’m the only one I ever vouch for