Rofashow, Asaiah Ziv - Clockwork lyrics

Bitch, I’m in Paris bitch I’m in London
My car the Virgil’s
Heard them boys say that it’s one in a dozen
I got a coupe
I got a Rari, They can’t see nothin’

Back up my shit, They always talk
They don’t mean nothin’
Did he say something?
Let’s see if my Glock work
20 right there on my watch
Bitch, I get that shit like Clockwork
This a impeccable spot shawty she fiend me
I might just turn that bitch into a genie
Back in the booth i just got back in my mood
I just got back in my mood
I just got back in my mood
Jump in the coupe
Shawty like where is the roof?
Back in the booth I just got back in my mood

Bitch I got balls, get pair of them
Jocked my style, I’m aware of them
Them boys ain’t me, no comparison
Don’t compare them
Gone send my boys, take care of them
She love my wrist, gone stare at it
Who the kids gone take care of them
Shoot for the stars
Shawty I did that and landed on Mars
I got a condo right next to the moon
I got a spaceship and that shit go Vroom
Aye, Give me a rush
I went to LA just straight off a buzz
They always want it, but don’t work enough
Countin’ this money give me paper cuts bitch

Sound like a album, but it’s just a mixtape
Mad money, pulled a hundred bucks out & Ben
Franklin had the resting bitch face
Niggas think they seeing me, but they not
I think the kids like to call it clickbait
Im the type of to put pop rocks in the
Pussy right before you get yo clit ate
Quit playin wit me
Me and Asaiah we back n the booth bad bitch
I’m knockin’ her boots
Ratchet, she always be rockin them hoops
She got friends & all of em cute
To be honest Im prolly gone smack on em’ too
Rick Ross, hit Wingstop after the Stu
Marble interior, I feel like Mancala
As Soon as you hop l in the coupe
She wanna fuck, but I’m not in the mood
I blew a bag now I gotta recoup
New whip, who dis, Next Friday
Look at my roof yo, you remind me of mermaid
Man and barnacle boy
Yo whip is invisible too
Got the restaurant smelling like doja
I just hope shorty ain’t spit in my food
Bitch, I’m in Paris bitch I’m in London
My car the Virgil’s
Heard them boys say that it’s one in a dozen
I got a coupe
I got a Rari, They can’t see nothin’

Back up my shit, They always talk
They don’t mean nothin’
Did he say something?
Let’s see if my Glock work
20 right there on my watch
Bitch, I get that shit like Clockwork
This a impeccable spot shawty she fien’ me
I might just turn that bitch into a genie
Back in the booth i just got back in my mood
I just got back in my mood
I just got back in my mood
Jump in the coupe
Shawty like where is the roof?
Back in the booth I just got back in my mood

Bitches say I’m acting Hollywood
Prolly ‘cause I’m out in Hollywood
Before, she wouldn’t even let me fuck
But nowadays I bet I prolly could
She keep askin if I got a wood
Yea they locked me up for the night
‘Cause me fuck niggas got into it
Being that nigga, isn’t easy
But somebody gotta fucking do it
Living room I’m with Larry David
He just showed Mamacita
That was right before Travis made it
I’m smokin’ weed wit Justin Bieber
Yea, Damn this leisure van is fuckin spacious
Paparazzi tryna fuckin’ chase us
But them niggas couldn’t catch us either
Windows tinted you fuckin’ goofy
Got you look so fuckin’ stupid
I need a bottle to my fuckin’ self
‘Cause nowadays niggas getting roofied
That’s why I be on my P’s and Q’s
Took my pops out to Benihana’s
For every time he had to eat that prison food
I can only drop so many jewels
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