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Mystikal - We Got the Clout lyrics
[Mystikal] bitch we ain't your standard his and hers rap duo [X2] Mystikal, Mia X, who the fuck you take us for [X4] you better cover your nose cause rhyme flows run like diahrrea burn like gonorrhea, that's me and mama Mia.....X explicit mistress, unlady like diva you gonna know when you see her you stack like you don't know now we run this motherfucker that's what them No Limit Soldiers done this motherfucker ain't no stopping us now, long way from finished just gettin started, gaining momentum see our faces on magazines, hear our music at parties movies and videos, it's kind of hard to avoid us how many motherfuckers try to come out the south and don't sell out make up all the money, take up all the clout [chorus:] Mystikal, Mia X we got clout Mystikal, Mia X Mystikal, Mia X Mystikal, Mia X who the fuck you take us for [X3] [Mia X] tank mama (who) mama (mia) drama (what) biggest (mama) mama (who) ya'll know Mia my rhymes are the pins in all the voo doo dolls got your earholes hexed, Mrs. X I come to set it off with the unpredictable big ole (whooo) crooked like a roach leg dick nigga Mystikal and they knows who got the clout all that on that nigga and that broad with the tanks around they necks we connect like infra-red dots and can't be stopped collosols in this game check the billboard spots, we on top but chatter knocks and ice rocks they can't wait that's why these No Limit Soldiers always break street date fakers hate yet they smile kissin ass no doubt but two faces get you punched them both in your mouth who got the clout, no need to answers that it's not a matter of who, it's a matter of fact We got the clout [chorus] [Mystikal] [Mia X] (biggest momma and that nigga Mystikal) (don't hold on your chest, Bitch let it go) whoa, we got tornadoes, nigga spinnin that ass no doubt we got the hook up, we bout it bringin the world to the south (never gon bounce off the billboard count) (No Limit in there, how they do that there) yeah, you can give me trigger man and that hard shit and Mama Mia still gon stay up on her guard bitch (gettin rich makin hits to the filthy dirty) (Bitch I'm almost 30, we livin like we slangin birdies) you heard me, you heard him you know what we bout you know you can't doubt that we got the clout (Bitch we got the clout) [chorus until the end] |
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