Issue No 126 Clocks Remix Lyrics

feat. Ace Hood

Black night, white lane
Free up, make rain oh
We so about it! Sun down, gold chain
My cup, my jane, oh
We so about it

We live in the jungle, we cocky but humble
You don't wanna rumble, speak up bitch don't mumble
You want it you got it, supply for the party
Bitch, I'll be your preacher, I get this shit started!

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When the clock strikes 12
I'mma set it off just like I wanna
Ooh baby, when the clock strikes 12
We gon' turn it up don't tell your mama
Yeahehehehehe

Ok, now what the fuck is up?
Roulette game when we fuck up
keep that 40, tell me talk,
I just can't see how people trust
Amen, amen, amen, eh,
My bitch is real like my fella
You can go and bite the flow
They'll let you know who payed the white
Ain't that the truth?
No two chains, rowry kick
No locaine, got that work, i got that work
Big face tennis, no loose change
Fuck you think? You better not blink
You can get shot, nigga, you don't even drink
Gone in the swift lane
You ain't even seen me
Came by herself, then she got into between

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'Cuz when the clock strikes 12, all the freaks come out and play, eh
And when the clock strikes 12, we gon' ride it like a train, eh
You wanna ride with me eh eh, come baby come and ride my train
You wanna ride with me eh eh

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