M.T.B.T.T.F. (Explicit)
Clipse"M.T.B.T.T.F. (Explicit)" is a song by Clipse, released in 2025 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:28 long and contains 58 lines and 461 words.
Lyrics
0:00No confessions questions we contestin'
0:02Fireworks'll send a message iridescent
0:05Slow him down like Robitussin if you rush in
0:08At your door when we address him we gon' bless him
0:10Tried to bring him shoulda left him learned my lesson
0:13Poker faces keep 'em guessin' no expression
0:16Ice dressing on my chest and leave impression
0:18What's a Testarossa if you don't test 'em?
0:21Ain't your ***** unless you joystick undress 'em
0:23My presence your pleasure
0:25Peasants he's pressure
0:27I been knee deep key deep we in ZZ's
0:29Me and Lee Lee get you fronted for the summer so easy
0:33The snow alone fill up a mobile home
0:35My nigga's name ring like mobile phones and no one's home
0:38White back to back Rolls at my gates
0:40White slave master souls in my safe
0:43White python Manolo is the taste
0:46She want a Mike Tyson blow to the face
0:48Twist and turn these guns blitz and burn
0:50Too many flip and turn had to get rich to learn
0:53Uh
0:54The Bezos of the nasal that's case closed
0:57Got a team full of J. Bo's on they toes
0:59Niggas measly cheap as Riesling
1:01Believe me I can tell 'cause your ******* look needy
1:04She want Mike Tyson blow to the face
1:07Slalom ice she wants snow on a plate
1:10Half price when the blow's in the crates means
1:13More ice for the Mo's and the Ace
1:15Made a million off a flow to the nase
1:18Niggas saying that it won't just a phase
1:21911 Turbo with the glaze
1:23Top dollars poking holes in the case
1:26All you keyboard killers in your feelings
1:28Mad you ain't trending mad got you trickin' on your women
1:31Mad I don't hit 'em I just spin 'em
1:33Gunning and I'm grinning in a Bugatti in my denim
1:37This is the result of my vision react with precision
1:40But God only knows my intention
1:42But selling dope is a religion the hammer's in position
1:46I can show niggas the difference
1:48You niggas is screenwriters we dream writers
1:51Took chains and touch change like King Midas
1:53Imitation is flattery they seem like us
1:56But only 300 bricks can make you Leonidas
1:59My old plug asked the new plug to reunite us
2:01D class in my ears now let me see you bite it
2:04She want Mike Tyson blow to the face
2:06I'm talkin' '96 Hov with the base
2:09She want Mike Tyson blow to the face
2:12Slalom ice she wants snow on a plate
2:15Half price when the blow's in the crates means
2:17More ice for the Mo's and the Ace
2:20Made a million off a flow to the nase
2:23Niggas saying that it won't just a phase
2:25911 Turbo with the glaze
2:28Top dollars poking holes in the case
No confessions questions we contestin' Fireworks'll send a message iridescent Slow him down like Robitussin if you rush in At your door when we address him we gon' bless him Tried to bring him shoulda left him learned my lesson Poker faces keep 'em guessin' no expression Ice dressing on my chest and leave impression What's a Testarossa if you don't test 'em? Ain't your ***** unless you joystick undress 'em My presence your pleasure Peasants he's pressure I been knee deep key deep we in ZZ's Me and Lee Lee get you fronted for the summer so easy The snow alone fill up a mobile home My nigga's name ring like mobile phones and no one's home White back to back Rolls at my gates White slave master souls in my safe White python Manolo is the taste She want a Mike Tyson blow to the face Twist and turn these guns blitz and burn Too many flip and turn had to get rich to learn Uh The Bezos of the nasal that's case closed Got a team full of J. Bo's on they toes Niggas measly cheap as Riesling Believe me I can tell 'cause your ******* look needy She want Mike Tyson blow to the face Slalom ice she wants snow on a plate Half price when the blow's in the crates means More ice for the Mo's and the Ace Made a million off a flow to the nase Niggas saying that it won't just a phase 911 Turbo with the glaze Top dollars poking holes in the case All you keyboard killers in your feelings Mad you ain't trending mad got you trickin' on your women Mad I don't hit 'em I just spin 'em Gunning and I'm grinning in a Bugatti in my denim This is the result of my vision react with precision But God only knows my intention But selling dope is a religion the hammer's in position I can show niggas the difference You niggas is screenwriters we dream writers Took chains and touch change like King Midas Imitation is flattery they seem like us But only 300 bricks can make you Leonidas My old plug asked the new plug to reunite us D class in my ears now let me see you bite it She want Mike Tyson blow to the face I'm talkin' '96 Hov with the base She want Mike Tyson blow to the face Slalom ice she wants snow on a plate Half price when the blow's in the crates means More ice for the Mo's and the Ace Made a million off a flow to the nase Niggas saying that it won't just a phase 911 Turbo with the glaze Top dollars poking holes in the case
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