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Jack Prince
Jack Prince
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She' all about the clout
Real imposter, lost her
She slid up in my DM, then I sauced her
Oops
Boss up
Ain't nobody like me
So don't act like you like me
Clout, clout, clout, clout
Real imposter, lost her
She slid up in my DM, then I sauced her
Oops
Boss up
Ain't nobody like me
So don't act like you like me
Clout, clout, clout (hey)
Hold up
I got a chip on my shoulder
See this chick, I don't know her
But she all up in my DM
(H-Hold, Hold, Hold up)
Shit, I don't really know you, no no
But I know your kind
You've got a scheme like Ponzo
Venom hits fast, she' a snake like that tho
Hack, hack, hack, and then you lay down flat hoe
I might be choking but I'm trying for real
She' already inside my head
And now she going for the kill
I be all bout the love, but a leech won't stop
And I'm all about my shit, but this top got me stuck
Now she' trippin that's fax man
She took all the fake fans
She ghostin' me hard now
Might as well call me Pac-Man
Ok, ok, now we taking it all back
'Cause I never gave a fuck
Just enough to make a track
She' all about the clout
Real imposter, lost her
She slid up in my DM, then I sauced her
Oops
Boss up
Ain't nobody like me
So don't act like you like me
Clout, clout, clout, clout
Real imposter, lost her
She slid up in my DM, then I sauced her
Oops
Boss up
Ain't nobody like me
So don't act like you like me
Clout, clout, clout
(All about the, all about the, all about the Clout)
(All about the, all about the, all about the Clout)
She all about the clout like, I don't get why tho
Ain't about the money, she' dopamine high tho
She would kill a puppy if that would make her viral
And she wants it all without knowing
Her mind spinning like a spiral
Living in fame, she love the pain, she my nemesis
Sip of the glass, trynna forget, let me take a piss
Ahh
Like that
Trick got game, but it's rotten like Michael
Seat back lane too fast for a snapshot
Perfect pic frame, but she' living at her dad's loft
Priorities, fucked up indeed
She creepin' we flee
She stings like a bee
What, yeah
I got you figure out, fuck that
Don't wanna tip that, au revoir
Yea that's French bitch, UPS, fedex
Pack it, then send it
She' all about the clout
Real imposter, lost her
She slid up in my DM, then I sauced her
Oops
Boss up
Ain't nobody like me
So don't act like you like me
Clout, clout, clout, clout
Real imposter, lost her
She slid up in my DM, then I sauced her
Oops
Boss up
Ain't nobody like me
So don't act like you like me
Clout, clout, clout
(Clout, clout, clout)
Written by: Emil Trasbo-hanson, Jack Prince
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