K Ben Rose - Clutch lyrics

[Verse 1] (K Ben Rose) Paint splatter Blood splatter The art of dying And living nascar Show me your twins Pollux and castor Shimmy shimmy yah Old dirty ba*tard Let's find a quiet room Let's face some vodka She like it militant She like them hammas She sip the pinnacle And say I promise To f** you real good Ima f** you real good [Chorus #1] She so clutch She so clutch aye She so clutch She so clutch aye She so clutch She so clutch aye She so clutch These other b**hes ain't winnin She so clutch She so clutch aye She so clutch She so clutch aye She so clutch She so clutch aye She so clutch Its lights out for these b**hes Clutch (repeated) Show me something show me something something Show me something show me something something Show me something show me something something Show me something show me something something [Verse 2](Ren Hotep) Show me something show me something Liver swimming in Tanqueray 8th breaking on a plate today Got a pound of haze take it to the face She reminded me of cleo b**h better not be no freeloader Tryna have my pockets on e ho You buggin out with a deep throat You better show me something Pull a nipple out is you clutch or what? That a** fat can I f** or what It's lights out when I pipe out Beat it up like fight night Beat it up like fight night Beat it up like fight night [Chorus #1] [Chorus #2] f** your favorite rapper I'm your new favorite rapper You somebody daughter but I'm bout to give you lashes Hours in the bathroom with the makeup and the lashes Baby you a savage Baby you savage (x2) Go (repeating) [verse #3] (K Ben Rose) She know what she doing with them little a** shorts Little son with her walk past don't talk Baby father tripping she gone take his a** to court Dead beat n***a man he should just be a corpse Don't worry bout that n***a he gone f** your whole life up Shawty come through we gone f** your whole night up Mix it with the lean now it f**ed the whole sprite up Sipping on the lean now it f**ed your whole sight up Ass so fat caught me staring so embarra**ed uh Raised as a gentleman the type to buy you flowers uh But women don't respect that sh** and shawty I won't have it uh Need your face south a** north like Polaris uh Yams yams yams f** it up f** it up Trey Songs J Cole I can't get enough That was so predictable but I don't give a f** Ask me three days later And I still won't give a f** [Chorus #2}