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Ay, gimme the Juul. Lemme hit that *takes a big drag* *coughs* Yuh, eh Ah, ah, ah, yeah, yeah, (hahahaha) yeah, eh, eh Bitch, I got some clout Bitch, I got some clout (eh, eh, eh) Bitch, I got some clout (brrp) Bitch, I got some clout Bitch, I got some All in my bag All in my wrist All of my shit (what) Prank my dog for the vlog Iced out rilla pawg You busy tryna get fame I'm busy countin' dis money (bands) Callin' myself a comedian But none of my shit even funny (hahaha) I used to work for da coin (ay) Now I ride clout wit' da boys (yuh) Pretend to give money to bums (eh) Now I got money for toys (eh) Puffin' on purp for da snap Letras de cancionesI run the 'rari and take it right back Bitches be sleepin' wit' me But they just be in it for tags They just want this clout Bitch, I got some clout Bitch, I got some clout (eh, eh, eh) Bitch, I got some clout (brrp) Bitch, I got some clout Bitch, I got some All I got is clout Walk outside, watch 'em shout, bitch Pull up to Supreme, drop some green Ballin' out, bitch Bought a wag, blow a bag Bulldog, cost like 20 grand Gucci tee, ripped jeans That's just so my knees can breathe Wake up in the Hills, I live in the Hills Did I mention I live in the Hills? Poppin' pills, no real skills All the bitches be like "Come to Brazil!" Clout got me this shirt, bitch, you know it ain't a knock-off I could take a shit on camera, watch this shit pop off Propose to my bitch, I'm obsessed with engagement I'll write a fuckin' diss-track 'bout my Mom, bitch, I'm shameless Name my house after the clout, name my dick after the clout I'm so poppin' you would think I'd think of something else that fuckin' rhymes with Clout Bitch, I got some clout (eh, eh, eh) Bitch, I got some clout (brrp) Bitch, I got some clout (eh, eh, eh) Bitch, I got some clout Bitch, I got some clout (eh, eh, eh) Bitch, I got some clout Bitch, I got some clout Bitch, I From Letras Mania