We Got The Clout Lyrics by Mystikal

We Got The Clout Lyrics

    [mystikal]

    Bitch we ain't your standard his and hers rap duo x2
    Mystikal, mia x, who the fuck you take us for x4

    You better cover your nose cause rhyme flows run like diahrrea
    Burn like gonorrhea, that's me and mama mia.....x
    Explicit mistress, unlady like diva
    You gonna know when you see her
    You stack like you don't know
    Now we run this motherfucker
    That's what them no limit soldiers
    Done this motherfucker
    Ain't no stopping us now, long way from finished
    Just gettin started, gaining momentum
    See our faces on magazines, hear our music at parties
    Movies and videos, it's kind of hard to avoid us
    How many motherfuckers try to come out the south and don't sell out
    Make up all the money, take up all the clout

    Chorus:

    Mystikal, mia x we got clout
    Mystikal, mia x
    Mystikal, mia x
    Mystikal, mia x who the fuck you take us for x3


    [mia x]

    Tank mama (who) mama (mia) drama (what) biggest (mama) mama (who) ya'll know mia
    My rhymes are the pins in all the voo doo dolls
    Got your earholes hexed, mrs. x i come to set it off
    With the unpredictable big ole (whooo)
    Crooked like a roach leg dick nigga mystikal
    And they knows who got the clout all that
    On that nigga and that broad with the tanks around they necks
    We connect like infra-red dots and can't be stopped
    Collosols in this game check the billboard spots, we on top
    But chatter knocks and ice rocks they can't wait
    That's why these no limit soldiers always break street date
    Fakers hate yet they smile kissin ass no doubt
    But two faces get you punched them both in your mouth
    Who got the clout, no need to answers that
    It's not a matter of who, it's a matter of fact
    We got the clout

    Chorus

    (mystikal) [mia x]

    (biggest momma and that nigga mystikal)
    (don't hold on your chest, bitch let it go)
    Whoa, we got tornadoes, nigga spinnin that ass no doubt
    We got the hook up, we bout it bringin the world to the south
    (never gon bounce off the billboard count)
    (no limit in there, how they do that there)
    Yeah, you can give me trigger man and that hard shit
    And mama mia still gon stay up on her guard bitch
    (gettin rich makin hits to the filthy dirty)
    (bitch i'm almost 30, we livin like we slangin birdies)
    You heard me, you heard him you know what we bout
    You know you can't doubt that we got the clout
    (bitch we got the clout)

    Chorus until the end

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