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Clavish - That's Silly (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Clavish
Clavish
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cian Wright
Cian Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hazeyjustlanded
Hazeyjustlanded
Producer
Benjamin Stokes
Benjamin Stokes
Engineer
Manon Grandjean
Manon Grandjean
Mixing Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm in Top Taste
Paro cah this shop's bait
Always got my lock blade
Where you from? Don't watch face
Still on the block, ayy
Countin' up these rocks
I need a watch that when I look at it, all I see is rocks, ay
"Known gang member", um, bro, that's what the cops say
I been layin' low, tryna stay up out the cops' way
A **** said he's got bangin' buj for the low, but
It's a "no" from me cah he uses too much bosh, ay
I ain't on this fightin' ting, I'd rather do the knifin' ting
Jung ain't on this knifin' ting, he's out here tryna fry some wigs
Nitty at the stove, whippin' snow, he ain't fryin' eggs
Peng food, why you think the kittens keep on dialin' in?
I love my ****, the same way Frankie loves Billy
Got a couple shots, so I'll be back in a jiffy
Big bro said he's got a date, I gave him my thingy
Don't lack just to take a bitch Hakkasan, that's silly
Don't act like my **** ain't puttin' work on many
Fuck YouTube, I'ma put my opps on the telly
This pretty little thing wanna fuck me and my bro
Do your ting, baby girl, just don't get makeup on my Fendi
Check this
Mummy told me never put my hand on women, that's a myth
When the **** I've got beef with are some bitches
I'm from Stamford Hill, you know, couple trappers, couple drillers
Next time we catch an opp, he gon' need more than couple stitches
In the trap, runnin' laps 'cause I need more than couple figures
**** say I can rap, I should try and make a killin'
Keyz got two sticks on him, Mercedes, tiptronic
Didn't rate me in college, now she on my dick, hoppin'
I can get a strip poppin', I can see the Liz lockin'
I can see your bitch droppin' to her knees to give toppy
Yardie never used to trap, he's in the club, wrist watchin'
Pop a wristwatch, then go sell it for some quick profit
In the T cah my stack needs to hit the ceilin'
If I get my chingin' on, I don't need a reason
Runnin' 'round late night, doin' misdemeanours
Stabbed a **** broad day, now he's in his feelings
And I'd be lyin' if I said that I didn't mean it
Civilians really saw me, but I didn't deep it
This mixtape's just for everyone to know I'm hard
Don't care 'bout bein' in the charts
But if I am, I'm thankful, darg
I'm tryna make history, Rosa Parks
Bitch thinks I'm her counselor, always tryna have a heart-to-heart
Her ex was a bum ****
Why's she on the internet
Talkin' 'bout she's only datin' **** with the fastest cars
That's silly
Head to toe, yo, I'm drippy
Got a pole and a flicky on me at the same time
If I see a foe, he's written
Love my phone and my kittens
I was broke before I met them
Me and bro runnin' jokes on them **** cah we cheffed them
[Verse 2]
From North, but I'm in West End
Harrods, maybe Nichols, Off-White
Only done a cheffin' once, but that was triple
Real rap, not a riddle
Treat the wap like a whistle
I'm a trap boy and a finesser
Not a ginnals
[Verse 3]
From North, but I'm in West End
Harrods, maybe Nichols, Off-White
Only done a cheffin' once, but that was triple
Real rap, not a riddle
Treat the wap like a whistle
I'm a trap boy and a finesser
Not a ginnals
Written by: Clavish
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