CLOVER

Oh brother, this guy stinks
La-la-la
La-la-la
La-la-la
Yeah, uh, check

I'm in the lead, top priority (Yeah)
Fuck with a G, now you finna' see (Yeah)
Flip over the bed, all you really sleep (Yeah)
You made a year what I made a week (Yeah)
Yes, I got motion, run out of motion, I go get more den
She like the way I smell 'cause the YSL potent
She got a little jealous when she heard who I was strokin'
My last girlfriend ain't got nothin' on your throat, friend
Go off
The way she fuck, she such a show off
And I don't ever ask when it's time to take her clothes off
She like to let it breathe
She don't like to wear no drawls
And when she get depressed, treat my dick like Zoloft
You fuck with the fuckin' best
You fuckin the fuckin' best
I shoot with protection on but with you I don't need no vest
I aim for the fuckin' face
I aim for the fuckin' chest
She say she make swimwear
That pussy make me invest

Praying for a genie rub
Praying to the stars above
I just wanna fall in love
I just wanna fall in love
Wishing for a four-leaf clove
Praying you're the pot of gold
Loving you is all I know
Loving you is all I know
(They on my dick, shit)
(They on my dick, shit)

Post album could get you dead
Gotta keep it goin', gotta get ahead
Hotel room always got two beds
One for me and one for my bread
This the new bap that take you way back
Giving no slack, my bed is on stacks
Don't sleep, I got to get my bag on
Oops, I forgot to turn my swag on
Venue house, slaughter killer
Flow so cold it's icey, shiver
Punch your jaw, body shot liver
Baddies weak for Brae, huh, quiver
Let me get down to the brass tax
I'm final boss, no printer all fax
You stepped into a disaster
You doomed better pray to the pastor

Praying for a genie rub
Praying to the stars above
I just wanna fall in love
I just wanna fall in love
Wishing for a four-leaf clove
Praying you're the pot of gold
Loving you is all I know
Loving you is all I know
(They on my dick, shit)
(They on my dick, shit)

I step in like a X-Man
Make her come back like I'm her ex man
If she don't make me feel good, well, here's the exit
If she make me feel good, we can co-exist
Fuck her make her go home
No co-ed shit
Niggas be coming with all bull
I'm a matador
Say they want my soul
I swing the cape dodging devil horns
Used to never want to press play
Here's a metaphor
Now your boy clicks on my dick like he watching porn
I fucked up after being fucked up
Four leaf clover got stepped on tough luck
'Nuff said I'm a diamond in the rough nuck buck
But am I good franchise ad-libs?
Yup, yup
In my white tee
She claiming that she wifey
I'm saying what's your sign?
'Cause your pussy smell like Pisces
Or like a pescatarian
I'm killing and I'm burying
I treat a rapper beat
Like a baby, I be carryin'