Letra de Wagon On My Neck - Clavish

Yo, what's a puzzle with no pieces? Here's the pieces to the puzzle

Liability to my hustle, can't forget about the struggle

Always down for litness, when it's time to hit shit, now they shuffle

Rags in pretty holes, they know it's not no kisses and no cuddles

Hop in dingers and they swerve, hate when guys don't keep their word

Quickest way to get my nerve, seen some crazy bridges burnt

Some were my fault, some were not

My gun game better than theirs

**** but no bread or bodies, either make me cringe or make me quear

To me, a lot of shit be weird

'Cause when the squeezers went in ****, your voice is what I couldn't hear

Now, all of a sudden, you got flair

But, look, I can take the lift, but, I'm good with stairs

I did it again like Britney Spears

I'ma take Ash to the gun range so when he gets up close, he ain't skimmin' air

Moncler, LV, my winter gear

Car got two pedals, can't play with her pussy while I'm switchin' gear

After this tape, I hope she know she talkin' to a millionaire

I ain't made it out the hood yet, that's the reason why I'm still in there

Stop actin' like you really care

Shezreeta still does my plaits but I just don't lack when I sit in chairs

There's nothin' saucy 'bout you from your jewellery to the shit you wear

Them chains you flex, I wouldn't dare

My nigga put what you niggas puttin' 'round your necks around his finger

You can't compete where you don't compare

The last three tings I bought could've hit the plug and bought a square

Just accept the fact that you're irrelevant now like Tony Blair

Fresh home, dropped racks on my niggas, makes way more sense than buyin' Belaire

Even the right-hand man knows he's havin' a mare, but, listen

I told Abtin, "When you flood that pendent, make it clear"

They probably think the fact I make money and make it bare

I BOP, it's rare that you'll hear that I ain't prepared

They prob' wanna trade places with me, but they can't 'cause their music's air

Got a wagon on my neck, that's why they stop and stare

Till this day, I think 'bout broski and I drop a tear

Dumb little bitch don't even know what she done, she dropped the whereabouts

Where the pricks are gonna be, I'm patternin' lots of rares

What you bringin' to the table? I done broke lots of chairs and plates

Christian Diors, and I'm steppin', I done broke lots of pairs

I got back pain from all these chains, me and you niggas is not the same

Most of whips you niggas whip, Off-White, used to whip back in the day

Still got love for 31, ain't spoken in a while

When these niggas need some help, my number's what they dial

I'm a weirdo, for some reason, buyin' burners make me smile

So, I ain't talkin' 'bout no weed when I invest in pounds

My top and bottom VVS, that's an expensive smile

Tell my siblings, "Go get 'round," leave a **** **** in the ground

I'm the type to go get caught red-handed and still take it trial

I'm the reason my age mates can talk 'bout drillin', check the files

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