Otis Clapp - Fiona lyrics

rate me

What? You know the Bronx is what I’m repping for

I may request a god and have him set in stone

Born up on the rock, I made a stepping stone

I took my first steps and made the metronome

I took my first breath and made a metaphor

Now I’m wrecking, wrecking every record in my rental, though

Make a living playing show and tell, I make a show, you go and tell

I been a pole, you go and tell, motherfucker

I ain’t got time for the small talk

Tell ‘em how I ball with the boss, we’re coming for your daughter

Saying I’mma fall off, saying that I suck but they studying the formula

Skinny dude with tattoos and mad boots

O Clapp, that asshole is mad rule

Cash king, you cash out, your cash used…and cash rules

Oh, happy day, bitch, I’m like the Fonz

Snap my fingers quickly, I got bitches in my car

So alley up with that gas money

Either that or the ass, honey, this ain’t a joke

I spit flows that will rearrange your hopes

These fuckers don’t write, they just rearrange my chorus

I been great since the day…in the corner acting shook, look

I got the city on my back, the pearl in my backpack

…the who’s who is in it, the realest prince, the cynic

My crown’s thorn, my…

Converse lead the muddy tracks out of gold and socks

Looky ain’t no rookie, bitches get a cookie

ATB, I did it all for the nookie

Shit is there for the taking so I took it

Bitches think I’m crazy ‘cause I look it

You cannot replace ‘em, we are not chase ‘em

Let me keep it real that you be lucky just to face him

Lot of cats wanna roll with us

Same cats couldn’t roll our blunts

Ain’t no other cat like, but Otis Clapp…

There’s more to rap than brass tires, we rap tightly

We caught the rap and caught the rise of the almighty

…you higher than bodyguard, I’m god for my broad

…I’m obviously important, potty mouth with a party…

She was the woman of my dreams

Now I see you in my nightmares

‘Cause you wasn’t what you seemed

Started thinking life is not fair

If I channel a whole other angle

Say I break hearts but they way too fragile

Say I’m too shallow, fuck it, don’t matter

Why you so mad, hoe, fuck it, don’t matter

Fiona, you move like a rhythm I ain’t write yet

Gave it all up for some pussy that I might get

Might get, can you hear me really?

You ain’t answer any calls, you probably busy

Probably out picking guys, comparing them to I

I just wanna talk, yo, I swear I ain’t gonna lie

Then you pull up wearing something booed up

…baby, come home but baby’s not a baby anymore

She probably made a few new friends, had a few new ends

But knew she had to cut her off when you moved in

Now she looking with a blank stare and it’s quite clear that the feeling’s not there

…new best man, I’m happy

It’s how you taking all the different persona

Used to be me and Fiona, me and Fiona

Me and Fiona, feeling like I don’t even know you

Used to be me and Fiona, me and Fiona

When I see you now I’m reminded

The better days are behind us

Did you find it? girl, did you find it?

Fiona