Standing Ovation

Cakes Da Killa

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    Black leather got me stylin' on 'em
    He shoulda came with the Pam, that's a total bad bitch
    I post up, no kickstand
    Ain't no need to break bread, ain't tryna shake ya hand
    Small talk gettin' clipped by Mr. Sandman
    Me winnin' was not the plan
    But the cards that I was dealt, I was buzzin' before the Grammys
    You see, I pull up to show out, your head's on swivel
    I had to leave 'em all ready, couldn't work the middle
    You know the name (so bad)
    Stay in control, but I ain't signed a deal with TDE
    Rah got me in his pad livin' comfortably
    Stay in my bag so the scene steady suck on my teat
    Chokin’ resilience, Haitians hot like Bajans
    Don't point 'em out, I can hear the imitations
    Keep a bad, bad, mixed baddie like Cajun
    Let my sauce settle 'fore your lips get to tastin'

    Bitin’ my style, that’s litigation
    Kicks been ’round town, just percolatin’
    Switch the format to a new location
    Then put ya hands together for a standing ovation

    And get it, when I spit it, do you feel a vibration?
    This the type of swag go back generations
    Take you to the underground, a new sensation
    I'ma get mine, that ain't up for conversation
    A lot of these hoes need a new vocation
    Ain’t sayin' shit, now I’ma need a translation
    Pop that cork, got me new libation
    Then set the stage, for my coronation

    I shine, you shine, so ahead of my time
    I gotta die before these motherfuckers give me what’s mine
    That's the Prime Booker rhyme, sittin' Q in the brawn
    City high, but you snore and play cow in decline
    Sideline on recline, can you really relate?
    No time to focus on the hate, I never chew on the bait
    See a poser steppin' in the booth just to take up space
    These labels on me sellin’ lies, a bitch do blackface

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    They ain't gettin' it straight (wait, wait, wait)
    Still ain't gettin' it straight (wait, wait, wait)
    They ain't gettin' it straight (wait, wait, wait)
    Still ain't gettin' it straight (wait, wait, wait)
    They ain't gettin' it straight (wait, wait, wait)
    Still ain't gettin' it straight (wait, wait, wait)
    They ain't gettin' it straight (wait, wait, wait)
    And if you talkin' sometimes, stay the fuck out my face

    Bitin’ my style, that’s litigation
    Kicks been ’round town, just percolatin’
    Switch the format to a new location
    Then put ya hands together for a standing ovation
    Bitin’ my style, that’s litigation
    Kicks been ’round town, just percolatin’
    Switch the format to a new location
    Then put ya hands together for a standing ovation

    Now clap them hands (a standing ovation)
    Now clap them hands (a standing ovation)
    Now clap them hands (a standing ovation)
    Now clap them hands (a standing ovation)

    Now clap them hands (a standing ovation)
    Now clap them hands (a standing ovation)
    Now clap them hands (a standing ovation)

    The way you be talkin’, that’s the way you should be rapping

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