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lirik lagu clarkoh got that sauce! - whips & waves ii

[intro]
p-ss me them chips real quick
nah, not those ones. those ones. thank you

[verse 1]
where i been at? whipped and broadened my syntax
yeah, ain’t no solace unless it’s out of my ten raps
ayy, that’s where i been at. slightly opting for zen acts
my life has been like a deity’s hovering where my sins at

listen, i’ve been tripping – borderline on vacation
clearly, i’ve been muted – “lucious” all of them stations
mission’s never ending – losing all of my patience
clearly, some get it easy – couldn’t see it more flagrant

yeah, that’s how i’m feeling but show no feelings. that’s how i’m fashioned
i turn the pages, and write my stages. that’s how this happened
i planned this sh-t in my sister’s whip – rode the wave with captain (captain hess)
shunned all my demons but, stunt my g*nius, i’ll gets the kraken!

my sh-t be blasting – play me out when that mary p-ssing!
my hits be crashing – more than hooks like my name is c-ssius
i know they’re gasping like “who is this on the kicks and clapping!?”
some never seen it – always plead it like “why he rapping!

you ain’t even had it that hard! you ain’t been stopped and frisked!
you ain’t even, you ain’t even, you ain’t even ever been robbed!
you’ve ain’t ever popped no sh-t! you ain’t even ’bout that life!’
you ain’t even got that ‘bread!’ you ain’t ever felt that ‘lead!'”

but it’s all i seen now some dudes is fiends – learned to use my head
plus where i been at, man, all of that sh-t is very weak!
i been dropping bands on my craft and ya’ll ain’t hear the speech!
now i got the chance – might just wanna take that center seat!
’cause we play “advanced” – wasn’t no one on my winner st–z… now you see…

[hook]
then i got my business right!
shortie ’round me got me bringing out my winner side! (ayy)
hope it crowns me – i ain’t ever what i fantasized
forty townies out here moving, homie, sit aside

you know the sign that got my plans on the radio
on everything, pictures, every plane
about my grands – only paid in full!
whipping “steady” rides ’til confetti flies! (yeah)

[verse 2]
living life and tryna elevate, recline and just devastate
jibbz told me just let em hate but i don’t get it, ain’t sh-t to hate
’cause i’m to myself and i don’t conversate or make a move and don’t contemplate
’cause i’m a boss and i be in my loft and they ain’t eating off of my dinner plate

and, my dark days, they’re over! all my n-gg-s rock loafers
doing sh-t with no clovers and out here lifting n-gg-s – no chauffeur!
i’m so d-mn gifted, n-gg-, i’m kosher! now all my distant riches is close!
and i got my b-tches all at my side; better pop that cris, my n-gg-, it’s over!

guess i figured this was all mine…
same n-gg- in my sister’s whip but i’m fine…
played so nice, i could be the new vine…
and now i know what my difference is from these guys
’cause i had to do it like…

you know the sign that got my plans on the radio
on everything, pictures, every plane
about my grands – only paid in full!
whipping “steady” rides ’til confetti flies! (yeah)

[bridge]
whipping “steady” rides ’til confetti flies! (yeah)
paid in full! (full 4x)

[verse 3]
i’ll be good with this honda
living a life where they tell me
that i gotta f-ck up some commas
where the f-ck is your honor?

man, none of your garments could phase me
none of your problems could change me
already know where my name be
but i ain’t concerned with it mainly
’cause i got my head on the mission where cities will praise me

i’ll be a martyr
if you got the juice, i’m the “piña colada!”
you want the diamonds but i want the charters
so n-gg- i’m cooling like i ain’t the father!

so, baby girl, holla!
get with a n-gg- that’s bomb-er!
you good on them figurative ballers
and i’m with the starters!

i’m like the image of “promise” so i be the trillest and modest
come check my apartment. i got the plaque from my novice
i am “the modest anomaly.” my presence is onmi!
remember when i had imani, she curved me and now i’m the “party!”

and i don’t feel sorry ’cause i ain’t the same
i could be “charming” but that ain’t my name
if there’s a problem then put in a claim
but i see that there’s nothing so, still, i remain!

whoa! pardon the ‘caine
me and nephew be hard to contain!
he in that kitchen and whipping that flame!
and shout-out my brother, man, he out in maine!

next up is ainsley, ’cause he’s on his thing!
shout-out to boston, we got all the rings!
“the palace”, we repping, like we like in the game
but, remember, this music’s our natural domain

and it’s not in your range!
the f-ck could you say to me?
i’ve been the one doubted majorly!
i should be paid-to-be…

i “heard ’em all” like i’m amerie!
some of y’all sound like the same to me!
bring out the “bane” in me!
y’all merely adopted this!

ya’ll ’bout as real as metropolis!
guess we just opposites…
i’m just monopolist…
rolling out like i am optimus
n-gg-, we good…

- lirik lagu clarkoh got that sauce

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