Clyde Carson - Tuck Spot lyrics

rate me

[Hook]

3 hunned thousands in the tuck spot

What I ride around like I’m bog hoe

These bitches on my nuts now

Cause they know a nigga getting more dough

Stupid mainy hella saucey from the trap

Must have blew her minds from it how a nigga back

I slit through the spot already gone off yak

Half a bottle in my pocket ain’t no act, nigga

My folks was driving, hoes was hiding

When they seen that s5 pull up aside her

Run off and stay in pocket like a real bitch

The peers in my swag, can you feel it

I step up in the joint let the hoes get on me

Turn the party off whenever team performing

I pull off in foreign I might squat the limit

Have to see my house to see how I’m living

It’s bout, it’s bout

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Boss mac-ing looking like a ball player

Got a meshin on a golf course by the lake I look out

Type of pair make your bitch drop come in

Get amazed, get some head, get some dick and get out

A little conversation figured I was broke

Ain’t know her favorite song as the song I wrote

Ain’t even gotta stunt, no jewelry on

Rather blow her mind when I bring her home

Fuck her on the couch, fucking up the head board

Let her fly me out, take me to the airport

Walking round broke, rare form,

Old bit, but I got some new jordan, whop out!

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Another million in the attic, money I’m an addict

Don’t follow her around cause my shit on automatic

A.r.e. sticks shift porsche automatic

If they knew how much I have, then they prolly need a medic

Stay on under but niggas know I’m big whipping

I slide through the block with my new shit sitting

Sitting, sitting, new bitch sitting for a stand up nigga

So that new bitch sitting

3 in the morning ain’t disappointed, my bitch the truth

Just like… it ain’t no loot, it ain’t important

I’m eating good, but living normal, whop out!

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