Clint Eastwood Lyrics

Hey amigo

You know you got a face beautiful enough to be worth two thousand dollars

Ha ha ha

Yeah, Yeah

Sold out a show, I'm sociable, and plus I got a couple fans

Finishing school before fame really ain't present in the plans

Tell a label "stick it" trynna buy me with advanced

Don't even need a first impression when girls fuck me with a glance

(Bow)

Uh, Yo

(My) My name is J-Dot, please tell us, you'll be who?

Trynna find out who you were got my crew just like Scooby-Doo

These fake Ghost Faces go home before 22:00

In Europe that means that ten PM is the curfew

Two AM in Porto, I run into my boy Drew

He talked to three girls, they're already making a queue

I learn from him, killer game, with a fashion sense

The intro assassin, so allow me to recommence

Sold out a show, I'm sociable, and plus I got a couple fans

Finishing school before fame really ain't present in the plans

Tell a label "stick it" trynna buy me with advanced

Don't even need a first impression when girls fuck me with a glance

I'm either overthinking or too busy being cocky

That right there's the perfect balance the wannabes cannot copy

Please officer do not stop me, salute me

Thanfully I live in a country so poor, my enemies can't afford to shoot me

I go by "J-D-O-T", but if went by "JB" you'd see

Me working with the MI6, suit all up in the mix

Aston full of party tricks

God save the King but next I take down politics (homie)

You see me 'round the neighborhood Like I'm Clint Eastwood

Clint Eastwood, like I'm Clint Eastwood

See me 'round the neighborhood Like I'm Clint Eastwood

Clint Eastwood, like I'm Clint Eastwood

Next I take down politics

Game time I snack on a Twix

Got no time for class drama, I'll politely snap on a bitch

I show no love like U.S. Open, and I'm playing like Djokovic

That was out of my reach, so the strategy I will switch

Girls say that I'm a fuckboy because of my outfits

But it's cause of my personality, and that's cause of the way he thinks

Damn, now I cannot afford to fumble

More time reality knocked on my door and told me to be humble

But I don't sweat, no stress, I stand the test of past mistakes

I'm up next, no second guess, to be the best, do what it takes

Jay Jay on the scene, no time to hit the brakes

And they rate my off tops, they say that I can take the cake, yesss

You see me 'round the neighborhood Like I'm Clint Eastwood

Clint Eastwood, like I'm Clint Eastwood

See me 'round the neighborhood Like I'm Clint Eastwood

Clint Eastwood, like I'm Clint Eastwood