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on the clock Video (MV)




Performed By: Virtue
Language: English
Length: 1:34
Written by: Andrew Heinrich




Virtue - on the clock Lyrics
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I want an off-white bag and an Audemars
Real dope boy, don't wanna talk
Don't you push the button, don't call me off
Might flip that switch, might knock you off
F*ck y'all, f*ck y'all got me on
Coke so white, it might call the cops
Cuttin' through the night like a tomahawk
They know that virtuenasty is on the clock
Smash the glass to take that
Best go fast if you want a big bank
Gun go bang, I don't think nothin
I just want gold chains and a iced out ring
Better talk nice to me
You don't want no games, no fight with me
I take it off the top, no icening
You know this shit don't stop, so frightening
Press the gas and take flight, yeah
Send me off in that light, yeah
Start me up, we all night, yeah
Start me up, we all right, yeah
Fresh till death, don't rock no guess
Can't get no rest till private jets
Pump my chest, that special blend
Don't want revenge just Benjamins
I want an off-white bag and an Audemars
Real dope boy, don't wanna talk
Don't you push the button, don't call me off
Might flip that switch, might knock you off
F*ck y'all, f*ck y'all got me on
Coke so white, it might call the cops
Cuttin' through the night like a tomahawk
They know that virtuenasty is on the clock
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English

I want an off-white bag and an Audemars
Real dope boy, don't wanna talk
Don't you push the button, don't call me off
Might flip that switch, might knock you off
F*ck y'all, f*ck y'all got me on
Coke so white, it might call the cops
Cuttin' through the night like a tomahawk
They know that virtuenasty is on the clock
Smash the glass to take that
Best go fast if you want a big bank
Gun go bang, I don't think nothin
I just want gold chains and a iced out ring
Better talk nice to me
You don't want no games, no fight with me
I take it off the top, no icening
You know this shit don't stop, so frightening
Press the gas and take flight, yeah
Send me off in that light, yeah
Start me up, we all night, yeah
Start me up, we all right, yeah
Fresh till death, don't rock no guess
Can't get no rest till private jets
Pump my chest, that special blend
Don't want revenge just Benjamins
I want an off-white bag and an Audemars
Real dope boy, don't wanna talk
Don't you push the button, don't call me off
Might flip that switch, might knock you off
F*ck y'all, f*ck y'all got me on
Coke so white, it might call the cops
Cuttin' through the night like a tomahawk
They know that virtuenasty is on the clock
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Writer: Andrew Heinrich
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