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Intro Verse 1: Who the fuck is you?/ Better yet, fuck that lil' homie, tell me what you do?/ to even speak on this, my G, tell me where you been?/ what kind of money you got ma'fucka show me what you spent?/ to even comment on this right chea lil' DMV nigga?/ Shout out Wale 'cuz most of these DMV niggas/ would never say this shit, but he a legend tho/ confidence killer/ self-esteem in the dirt when I come through, this here Clifford/ Cartel don't forget the mister/ see the difference between me and you, is you don't think there's a difference between me and you/ open your eyes/ and swallow your pride/ and when it go down I pray it feel like a thousand knives/ slicing and piercing your side/ and when it... bleeds all on your belt loop/ you goop/ scoop your couth/ and scoot boots back to your troop/ get in cahoots with a group/ that'll pick the route/ to put you on the right side of shit...// Chorus 1: 'Cuz I don't know what you thought this was...but this ain't that bruh, this ain't that bruh, sit your ass in a chair somewhere/ See what you thought this was? Cuz this is ain't that bruh, this ain't that brush, sit your ass in a chair somewhere and watch...// Refrain: Clifford Cartel, Clifford, Clifford Cartel/ Mister Clifford Cartel, Clifford, Clifford Cartel/ Mr. Clifford Cartel, Clifford, Clifford Cartel, Mister Clifford Cartel, Clifford, Clifford Cartel// Verse 2: How much of a dick am I?/ To have you saying my name? Really though, who the fuck am I?/ (just a ripper, and a spitter, and a overal killer) but all that aside/ what warrants this here, right chea, little celtic pride?/ must be something that you pick up being from the DMV nigga/ Fort Wash, Maryland if you want me to get specific/ PG County hoe, yep right there, that's my shitta/ Terrapin all day, even got me a custom zipper/ so I can swag on hoes, in my free time/ (would you believe it?) the same Cliff that used to get jumped/ by some punks/ or pussies rather, for gettin their cunts/ is up front/ with his junk/ in the jaw of they muts/ watchin' them jump and thrust for a little attention and love/ sayin... (If I could get one pass, to fuck anybody and you swear you won't get mad? It prolly be Cliff ass. I'm sorry what you want me to do?)/ Yeah bitch nigga, she just tellin' the truth!// Chorus 2: See what you thought this was...but this ain't that bruh, this ain't that bruh, sit your ass in a chair somewhere/ See what you thought this was? Cuz this is ain't that bruh, this ain't that brush, sit your ass in a chair somewhere and watch...// Refrain: Clifford Cartel, Clifford, Clifford Cartel/ Mister Clifford Cartel, Clifford, Clifford Cartel/ Mr. Clifford Cartel, Clifford, Clifford Cartel, Mister Clifford Cartel, Clifford, Clifford Cartel// Verse 3: When you get the feelin' like I got the feelin' you be killin' shit for no reason at all/ just give me the ball pause/ I don't need a court, bitch I make my own sport, and I got a feeling it ain't finna be dealin' wit y'all/ see what I did there? I "x'd" you out/ no "O's" for you hoes, take "he" and bounce/ like a salt shaker/ here's the ball breaker/ strippin' wallpaper/ off this lil' thing called life/ see Y-U-C-K, C-K/ Fou that's me all day, all day/ D-G-F always, always/ get the fuck up out my hallway, hallway/ cuz these clockers be jockin' me boy I swear/ can't do nuffin no more I swear/ without niggas taggin' long/ If I jumped off the bridge, man we'd all be gone/ See if you do something I'mma go and do the total opposite/ the worst thing you could do to you, is sit me down and watch your shit/ cuz I'll acknowledge it/ then proccess it/ then fuckin' fart on it/ polish my shit up and then drop it on all you caucuses/ make you pray for my rainy day/ then show up in a poncho shaded gray/ with mud boots on hollering out (what the fuck you on?!) grabbing my dick and shit...// Chorus 3: 'Cuz I don't know what you thought this was...but this ain't that bruh, this ain't that bruh, sit your ass in a chair somewhere/ See what you thought this was? Cuz this is ain't that bruh, this ain't that brush, sit your ass in a chair somewhere and watch...// Refrain: Clifford Cartel, Clifford, Clifford Cartel/ Mister Clifford Cartel, Clifford, Clifford Cartel/ Mr. Clifford Cartel, Clifford, Clifford Cartel, Mister Clifford Cartel, Clifford, Clifford Cartel//