On the up, up, up when it night time
Got a lil night light when the night shine
Gotta put a couple rappers on a night shift
And gotta put a couple rappers on a lifeline
Aint another acco-lady lookin' like mine
So they gotta pipe down when I write mine
Since the heat stay steady like a pipe bomb
I got the hoes freak-a-leakin' like pipeline
Gotta know when a joker wanna jock
Or a nigga wanna plot from a block or a confine
Dry snitch on a bitch on ya timeline
Get ya slumped up or ya momma on a hotline
On the night news
With a night crew
Getting no clues
But it's Hi Mom
When they find you
In a haiku
From another rap dude down the boulevard
That's no thang
That's no pain
That's no gain
That's no playin
Playin' no games
That's no mas
That's Rogaine
That's real rap
Joe Rogan
That's real heat
That Soleil
That's real gas
That propane
That's Cooley
That's Kool-Aid
My shit drop
New WuTang
Yo shit drop
New Blu-Ray
That got 'em leaning to the side like a toupee
Try'na see the new wave from the sorbet
But the 4k got 'em blind-sided with a toothache
Leave 'em with the toothpaste
Cooley with the Lupe
Hit em with the foreplay
Shoot 'em like it's 2K
Or the Luke Cage
Or the Bruce Wayne
So the po'boys
Know it's Clayco Hoe for ya hoe boi
Like, Girl, I just came for yo summer
I'm here for yo man and he choosin' like run it up
The shit that you mumble on Tumblr
Talkin' on Twitter, you might as well fumble 'em
And speaking of Falcons
I see what you mouthin
But don't got the clearance to f*ck wit' ya
Like humina, humina, hol' up
That's too many hundreds, I barely can sum it up
Y'all reading 48 Laws on this shit
I break at 84 hours and shit
You gotta brand it and market yo shit
I brought a marketing team in this bitch
She try'na threatin' to court so I took her to court
Just to show her her money too short for this shit
And yo money too young
And you know where I'm from
And I'm from it as f*ck in this bitch
Hoe
Clayco, hoe
Clayco, hoe
Clayco
Run it back, run it back
Clayco, hoe
Clayco, hoe
Clayco, hoe
Clayco
Cooley Savant - Southside AF (prod. by K. Na$ty) Lyrics
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On the up, up, up when it night time
Got a lil night light when the night shine
Gotta put a couple rappers on a night shift
And gotta put a couple rappers on a lifeline
Aint another acco-lady lookin' like mine
So they gotta pipe down when I write mine
Since the heat stay steady like a pipe bomb
I got the hoes freak-a-leakin' like pipeline
Gotta know when a joker wanna jock
Or a nigga wanna plot from a block or a confine
Dry snitch on a bitch on ya timeline
Get ya slumped up or ya momma on a hotline
On the night news
With a night crew
Getting no clues
But it's Hi Mom
When they find you
In a haiku
From another rap dude down the boulevard
That's no thang
That's no pain
That's no gain
That's no playin
Playin' no games
That's no mas
That's Rogaine
That's real rap
Joe Rogan
That's real heat
That Soleil
That's real gas
That propane
That's Cooley
That's Kool-Aid
My shit drop
New WuTang
Yo shit drop
New Blu-Ray
That got 'em leaning to the side like a toupee
Try'na see the new wave from the sorbet
But the 4k got 'em blind-sided with a toothache
Leave 'em with the toothpaste
Cooley with the Lupe
Hit em with the foreplay
Shoot 'em like it's 2K
Or the Luke Cage
Or the Bruce Wayne
So the po'boys
Know it's Clayco Hoe for ya hoe boi
Like, Girl, I just came for yo summer
I'm here for yo man and he choosin' like run it up
The shit that you mumble on Tumblr
Talkin' on Twitter, you might as well fumble 'em
And speaking of Falcons
I see what you mouthin
But don't got the clearance to f*ck wit' ya
Like humina, humina, hol' up
That's too many hundreds, I barely can sum it up
Y'all reading 48 Laws on this shit
I break at 84 hours and shit
You gotta brand it and market yo shit
I brought a marketing team in this bitch
She try'na threatin' to court so I took her to court
Just to show her her money too short for this shit
And yo money too young
And you know where I'm from
And I'm from it as f*ck in this bitch
Hoe
Clayco, hoe
Clayco, hoe
Clayco
Run it back, run it back
Clayco, hoe
Clayco, hoe
Clayco, hoe
Clayco
Got a lil night light when the night shine
Gotta put a couple rappers on a night shift
And gotta put a couple rappers on a lifeline
Aint another acco-lady lookin' like mine
So they gotta pipe down when I write mine
Since the heat stay steady like a pipe bomb
I got the hoes freak-a-leakin' like pipeline
Gotta know when a joker wanna jock
Or a nigga wanna plot from a block or a confine
Dry snitch on a bitch on ya timeline
Get ya slumped up or ya momma on a hotline
On the night news
With a night crew
Getting no clues
But it's Hi Mom
When they find you
In a haiku
From another rap dude down the boulevard
That's no thang
That's no pain
That's no gain
That's no playin
Playin' no games
That's no mas
That's Rogaine
That's real rap
Joe Rogan
That's real heat
That Soleil
That's real gas
That propane
That's Cooley
That's Kool-Aid
My shit drop
New WuTang
Yo shit drop
New Blu-Ray
That got 'em leaning to the side like a toupee
Try'na see the new wave from the sorbet
But the 4k got 'em blind-sided with a toothache
Leave 'em with the toothpaste
Cooley with the Lupe
Hit em with the foreplay
Shoot 'em like it's 2K
Or the Luke Cage
Or the Bruce Wayne
So the po'boys
Know it's Clayco Hoe for ya hoe boi
Like, Girl, I just came for yo summer
I'm here for yo man and he choosin' like run it up
The shit that you mumble on Tumblr
Talkin' on Twitter, you might as well fumble 'em
And speaking of Falcons
I see what you mouthin
But don't got the clearance to f*ck wit' ya
Like humina, humina, hol' up
That's too many hundreds, I barely can sum it up
Y'all reading 48 Laws on this shit
I break at 84 hours and shit
You gotta brand it and market yo shit
I brought a marketing team in this bitch
She try'na threatin' to court so I took her to court
Just to show her her money too short for this shit
And yo money too young
And you know where I'm from
And I'm from it as f*ck in this bitch
Hoe
Clayco, hoe
Clayco, hoe
Clayco
Run it back, run it back
Clayco, hoe
Clayco, hoe
Clayco, hoe
Clayco
Writer: Katrina Lenzly
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid