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Cream Motor (Intro) Video (MV)




Performed By: Sage
Length: 3:42
Written by: Robert Foyles




Sage - Cream Motor (Intro) Lyrics




Bitch I ain't no babysitter
Imma dope spittah
Opposite of a quitter
Weavin my tale
See I'm more of a knitter
I got this basket of bad shit
Wit the fibers to back it
And a handle made out of my hunger for rappin
Y'all niggas is simpin and sappy
I am just simply magic
The new chosen one
So Harry needs to know he's back to playing understudy
I'm mixed wit a skin that's muddy
And a dusty culdesac
The biggest vocab yo ass will ever hear on wax
So the clearer that I speak the more this shit slaps
God of destruction
Just snapped so lemme take a nap
I know my f*cking worth,
A star, my mama birthed
We'd prolly be on better terms if she ain't burn these bridges
No self-control
But that's ok, the dark-skinned Phoenix has risen
I'm puttin family first, so ain't that just some nepotism
I'm puttin family first, so ain't that just some nepotism

Sittin in the crib, sippin dat cream soda
I'm whippin up the sauce, they call it a cream motor
Sittin in the crib, I'm sippin dat cream soda
Whippin up the sauce, I call dat a Cream Motor

Gave a strap to a beluga
Call it Killa Whale
They tried to steal my wind
They wanna slice up all my sails
I'm like a lone wolf
I eat the pussy raw
I'm drippin juice and sauce
From my feral maw
And I don't start no trouble, but I'll turn yo soul to rubble
And if you try to steal my flow
I'm watching all you hoes like Hubble
I got the sauce so thick
They call it dat cream
Yo girl swallow it
Its Sage's spicy special beam
I heard they drown up in it
Even if they could swim
Y'all niggas outta whack
I think that you need a trim
I let the shadows brim
They keep me safe at night
Without this music shit, all I'd do is trap or fight
Its Mr.Underground
Its Mr.Moniker
She spinnin on my dick
She's Ms.Hanukah

It's Yung Ashura
All you other niggas basura
Puta
Check it
Yeah
Imma rap like ain't ever spit a day in my life
And Imma sit on these fruits of labor
Until they turn ripe
Snipe a dove, then wear its feathers as a headdress
Flow so f*cking dope, it put yo ass on bedrest
Bend the pussy over, bust it open
She gave me head, I gave her ibuprofen
I'm the nigga bitches want
But they don't deserve
It's reciprocal for all the times that they swerved
So imma let the Rari roar when I cope
Buss a move up the steps, get the bands and never stop
I think these niggas need a mop, cause they a mess
The rebels move on my command, and my behest
Like my home address, you bitches seem hallow
I'm bout to grow out the fro, like my nigga Rallo
Like my nigga Rallo, most y'all can't find answers at the bottom of the bottle
But still go full throttle
And still gon kill yo self
You don't care about your health or wealth
I understand

Damn
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Bitch I ain't no babysitter
Imma dope spittah
Opposite of a quitter
Weavin my tale
See I'm more of a knitter
I got this basket of bad shit
Wit the fibers to back it
And a handle made out of my hunger for rappin
Y'all niggas is simpin and sappy
I am just simply magic
The new chosen one
So Harry needs to know he's back to playing understudy
I'm mixed wit a skin that's muddy
And a dusty culdesac
The biggest vocab yo ass will ever hear on wax
So the clearer that I speak the more this shit slaps
God of destruction
Just snapped so lemme take a nap
I know my f*cking worth,
A star, my mama birthed
We'd prolly be on better terms if she ain't burn these bridges
No self-control
But that's ok, the dark-skinned Phoenix has risen
I'm puttin family first, so ain't that just some nepotism
I'm puttin family first, so ain't that just some nepotism

Sittin in the crib, sippin dat cream soda
I'm whippin up the sauce, they call it a cream motor
Sittin in the crib, I'm sippin dat cream soda
Whippin up the sauce, I call dat a Cream Motor

Gave a strap to a beluga
Call it Killa Whale
They tried to steal my wind
They wanna slice up all my sails
I'm like a lone wolf
I eat the pussy raw
I'm drippin juice and sauce
From my feral maw
And I don't start no trouble, but I'll turn yo soul to rubble
And if you try to steal my flow
I'm watching all you hoes like Hubble
I got the sauce so thick
They call it dat cream
Yo girl swallow it
Its Sage's spicy special beam
I heard they drown up in it
Even if they could swim
Y'all niggas outta whack
I think that you need a trim
I let the shadows brim
They keep me safe at night
Without this music shit, all I'd do is trap or fight
Its Mr.Underground
Its Mr.Moniker
She spinnin on my dick
She's Ms.Hanukah

It's Yung Ashura
All you other niggas basura
Puta
Check it
Yeah
Imma rap like ain't ever spit a day in my life
And Imma sit on these fruits of labor
Until they turn ripe
Snipe a dove, then wear its feathers as a headdress
Flow so f*cking dope, it put yo ass on bedrest
Bend the pussy over, bust it open
She gave me head, I gave her ibuprofen
I'm the nigga bitches want
But they don't deserve
It's reciprocal for all the times that they swerved
So imma let the Rari roar when I cope
Buss a move up the steps, get the bands and never stop
I think these niggas need a mop, cause they a mess
The rebels move on my command, and my behest
Like my home address, you bitches seem hallow
I'm bout to grow out the fro, like my nigga Rallo
Like my nigga Rallo, most y'all can't find answers at the bottom of the bottle
But still go full throttle
And still gon kill yo self
You don't care about your health or wealth
I understand

Damn
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Writer: Robert Foyles
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