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letra de plans - clarkoh got that sauce!

[intro]
oh yeah! (whoa – nothing less!)
yeah! (oh, wait, that’s correct!) yeah!
oh yeah! (yeah, yeah, that’s a flex!)
yeah! yeah!

[chorus]
first off, move your plans!
shawty love my group of friends and my shooter dance!
hit my line, i got them “souvenirs”. we got stupid bands
when i pipe, she call it “superman”! i might lose a friend! (aye!)

[verse 1]
b-tch, i came from nothing! (yeah)
got it off the ground – that repetition, strеngth and muscle. (yeah)
all that ice is cool but it could mеlt – go get your duffle. (yeah)
keep that for yourself while that plate is right in front of you

you worried about the next’s with hate suppressed
i know cuz i was at that step but nothing meshed
i had them fees up to my neck – i’m talking stress
but nothing change ‘til you finesse with what you get – ain’t no express!
‘cause, yo, the coupe dope – stylish – word to turo. i’ve been
feeling on my b-tch in different islands. i could strip and dive in
they be on that looped choker diamonds. i like slipping time in
for my own renditions hitting diamonds – keep my strippers wylin’!

[chorus]
i’ve been on “advanced”! (whoa – nothing less!)
now they’re copying the camp! (oh, wait, that’s correct!)
drip is saucy at the wynn! (yeah, yeah, that’s a flex!)
from the yawkey to the sin! (wet! yeah!)

first off, move your plans!
shawty love my group of friends and my shooter dance!
hit my line, i got them “souvenirs”. we got stupid bands
when i pipe, she call it “superman”! i might lose a friend! (aye!)

[verse 2]
i hit the streets – out fluorescent! curb a fleet when i check-in!
send a beep when it’s festive – there ain’t no sleep under crescents!
‘cause on my feet’s iridescents – made my heat off my sweating!
call the reaper my best friend – i go decease when i freshen
for getting lit out at encore – my chick in tom ford
all my fits costs about 4 of what lebron scored
tailored drip from leon dore – slip on tile floors
soak your bishh – yellow sign tour – the rest is conquered!

like own the means to production – only speech that i trust in
run the suite ’til i’m huffing then run the streets ’til dysfunction
i keep them dim parties jumping – had to be there – no fussing!
’cause, when i leave, please, no questions. i’ll duck and lean – robitussin
you know that…

ok, zeus in louboutins
riding in that uber van, ‘rari coupe, or benz!
jump inside; we got that crucial plan – lose your man!
it ain’t live if i ain’t do a thing i might do again! (yeah. yeah. yeah!)
[outro]
ouu – ouu – ouu – ouu
ouu, ouu, ouu, ok!
ouu – ok! ouu – ok!
ouu – ok! woo! ok!

- clarkoh got that sauce

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