UnoTheActivist - Cloned Existence lyrics

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UnoTheActivist - Cloned Existence lyrics

Know what the f** goin' on 29Thouxanban f** you n***a... You right there? Yeah, yeah, you know what I'm saying We just... We just tired of seeing these peon-a** n***as man So we point these n***as out, huh Point that little n***a out, uh Point that n***a out, huh Point that little n***a out, ooh Give a f** 'bout what you sayin' Heard you running your mouth When I see 'em I'ma Pacquiao 'em Diamonds shining with the lights out And I'm heavyweight Winning like every bout I'ma wrap sh** like calamari I'ma [?] Point that n***a out, huh Point that lil n***a out, huh Point that n***a out, ooh Point that lil n***a out Uno I k**ed it Yung Shyne, can't forget the Yung baby Walk inside the club, I won't forget my gun, nah Now I'm the hottest there right under the sun Lord he blessing me, I hope I don't blast nothin', yeah They asked me when I got so cheap I said I made so much money want to keep all for me, I'm sorry Like I'm Gleesh, leave your a** deceased My pockets got a disease, it's called obesity, dig Before you play me, you better play for keeps Cause I'll play you out your whole [?], ya dig, I got cheats Trying to take over your whole turf, I got cleats 'Cause you p**y n***as like gra** under my feet So we point these n***as out, huh Point that little n***a out, uh Point that n***a out, huh Point that little n***a out, ooh Give a f** 'bout what you sayin' Heard you running your mouth When I see 'em I'ma Pacquiao 'em Diamonds shining with the lights out And I'm heavyweight Winning like [?] I'ma wrap sh** like calamari I'ma [?] Point that n***a out, huh Point that lil n***a out, huh Point that n***a out, ooh Point that lil n***a out You're on point, but you're on point like a glitch You're on point like a snitch, little bitty b**h We don't point fingers, point red blinkers Get money every time real n***as link up I bought the chain different from the pendant, they still linked up You penny pinchin', I told her to pa** the scissors Or pa** the b**hes, a four and a deuce might crash my liver Might crash the kitchen, I'm living so rude from rags to riches Might pull up official, pull out my ice, then pull all your b**hes Hop in the dish, hop in the Lam, pull up and hit I might hop in your b**h, hop out the b**h like I am her kid [?], little b**h, [?] So we point these n***as out, huh Point that little n***a out, uh Point that n***a out, huh Point that little n***a out, ooh Give a f** 'bout what you sayin' Heard you running your mouth When I see 'em I'ma Pacquiao 'em Diamonds shining with the lights out And I'm heavyweight Winning like every bout I'ma wrap sh** like calamari I'ma [?] Point that n***a out, huh Point that lil n***a out, huh Point that n***a out, ooh Point that lil n***a out

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