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Man, these bitches know it, yeah, these bitches know it They know I be poppin, they know I pop it Yeah, these bitches know it, yeah, these bitches know it These bitches shoot for it, I aint going for it This aint going for it, and bitch, I know you know it Ballin on the court, and I dont play no sport I shoot m with the Coka, play the one I use for fun Bitch, get out my kitchen, dont you see me whippin Or on the water Im sippin, survin cakes and pimpin Ballin like Im Pippin, loudness, I aint picken Why you stash my stash, bitch, I see you creepin Bitch thought I was slippin, bitch, you tryna be sneeky Dont trust none of these bitches, cause, man, these bitches be trickin What your favorite rapper, what your favorite cooker What your favorite bitch, she might be a capper Man, these bitches know it, yeah, these bitches know it They know I be poppin, they know I pop it Yeah, these bitches know it, yeah, these bitches know it I pop it, pocket rocket I take a brick, chop it chop it Bitch, I know it, you want go shopping Real street nigga, I cant give you nothing There go 12, I think they knockin Im in the boll, on the stove, got it lockin Pussy nigga, watch it Pull up on a nigga, got it poppin Murder Gang, bitch, we poppin Rolli on my wrist, tick talkin Im the plug, and the socket Cook a pussy nigga, like Hibachi Man, these bitches know it, yeah, these bitches know it They know I be poppin, they know I pop it Yeah, these bitches know it, yeah, these bitches know it

Designer på min fot, designer på mitt hode Alle vet din bitch, hun gir meg hode Eg tar av men er Takeoff, eg hopper men er ikke Hopsin

Am I really hard to please? Perhaps I have such special needs I wondered what was wrong with me My friends all fall so easily Called the first one Savage Mode, my mood, thats what it was 2016, we was ridin around, beatin hittas up in the club I know she around for the money, but act like she loyal, I dont feel the love Im so rich, get bored, might wake up, buy me a car just cause Her titties is hard cause she spent a five, my bitch titties cost me a dub All my bitches got BBLs, all my bitches got butts I aint with thе rap beef, Draco pedophile, all of my opps get touchеd We aint never ran off on no barber, but we still be hoppin out cuts Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin Runnin, runnin, I leave all my cars Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin Runnin, runnin, all my opps be Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin Runnin, runnin, wipe his nose, it was Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin Runnin, runnin, Savage never did no That Clasé for your wife , that hookah for your wife Im Slaughter Gang, pussy, you know I brought my knife He was talkin gangster , we caught him at a light I let my young hitta do it, it was free, he wanted a stripe Havin my way with the cheese, Im in the den with the thieves I know that she ratchet, I could tell by the way that she wearin her weave Smokin on zaza, this shit came out the garden with Adam and Eve Chopper go fow-fow, shoot up your pow-wow, hittas tryna make yall bleed Got out of line, spanked that baby, we had to rock him to sleep Is it a issue? Keep me a pistol, I aint finna diss you All that pillow talk, Ima have to send The Boogeyman to come get you Chain hang low like a yo-yo, your bitch ridin dick like pogo Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin Runnin, runnin, I leave all my cars Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin Runnin, runnin, all my opps be Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin Runnin, runnin, wipe his nose, it was Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin Runnin, runnin, Savage never did no

Thinking I owe you something cause you cant Hustle Juju down the road nigga, cause he shot a nigga Big T down the road nigga, cause he shot a nigga Paw down the road nigga, cause he shot a nigga Every nigga I grew up with, they done shot a nigga Keep a Moncler nigga, cause these streets cold I done lost so many of my niggas from these streets bro Real nigga I got baptized in the g code

21, 21, 21 I’m in Zone 6, with a stick and a Pyrex pot Bitch I’m young Savage Keep the extendo on that fuckin’…

Tomtalo Damn mizzy mari got beats What up 21 U know ima savage Smashing on ah bad chick No she not average Welcome to my palace Always gotta keep ah gun People always on the run Got the gas ah whole bunch Now ah potna saint Now ah potna Lauren Now ah potna touring Now ah potna scoring Now my nut is pouring Eat her but like some cake Place my stick towards her face Now its time to paint Be like what up metro Be like Mr. PCS U know I smoke the best Smell the gas on my breath Wearing bulletproof vest Kuz these people Boomin I just be boolin And teaching pеople skoolin Drillin I be toolin Yeah u hеard what I said I’m just chasing the bread I ain’t tryna die bled Favorite kolor red Coming straight from the n And I came to win Free my potnas out the pin When it’s all said n done I really really wanna be the one Who ain’t have to be on the run Who ain’t have to die by ah gun These days kids can’t even have fun Image of blood in they head stuck So much pain in my brain smoking blunts Pour us some drinks and double up my cup Only girl I wanted was Jazmin Couldnt tell by the way I was rappin No more woeing u the only one I wanted man Facing demons all I seen was red man What up 21 U know ima savage Smashing on ah bad chick No she not average Welcome to my palace Always gotta keep ah gun People always on the run Got the gas ah whole bunch Now ah potna saint Now ah potna Lauren Now ah potna touring Now ah potna scoring Now my nut is pouring Eat her but like some cake Place my stick towards her face Now its time to paint Personally where did you grow up? I grew up on the eastside Glenwood I DONT KNOW you know what im saying? East atlanta Bodahkris Mothafucking But i done stayed on boulevard I done stayed on simp scene You know what im saying I done grew up in the whole atlanta really Everybody know me If you dont you aint from that city you know what im saying? so Now ah at what age did you start realling getting mixed up in the street shit? Shit i say bout My whole life really you know what im saying? My daddy smoked dope So he was ah little got damn j So i always got to see like him doing crackhead shit thats how i knew what crack was

Yeah That boy Trey and Babyg, on the mic Already know whats going on Turn the fuck up Yeah Know a couple niggas thats down to ride For a homicide When its drama time
Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin
Leave his loved ones all traumatized 150, Im really wit it Ill drop his ass and then forget it
Might see a bitch and forget I hit it
One mistake and he clap fifty Then I Let a nigga wanna act silly Shoot out his ass cause he from Philly Ill drop his ass and then forget it Might see a bitch and forget I hit it One mistake and he clap fifty Then I Let a nigga wanna act silly Shoot out his ass cause he from Philly Ill drop his ass and then forget it Babyg~ Verse 1 Know a couple niggas thats down to ride For a homicide When its drama time
Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin
Leave his loved ones all traumatized 150, Im really wit it Ill drop his ass and then forget it
Might see a bitch and forget I hit it
One mistake and he clap fifty Then I Let a nigga wanna act silly Shoot out his ass cause he from Philly Ill drop his ass and then forget it Might see a bitch and forget I hit it One mistake and he clap fifty Then I Let a nigga wanna act silly Shoot out his ass cause he from Philly Ill drop his ass and then forget it Babyg~ Verse 2 Yeah Shout out to that nigga 21 savage, man Straight up Brand new MAK-90 with the drum attached You a shit talker, we got guns for that Tryna fist fight, boy, you dumb for that You gon get a bullet in yo lung for that Draco get to kickin like Liu Kang F&N on me in the Mulsanne Glock 19 and a blue flame I was strapped when I slid inside your boo thang 21 immortal, we will never die Loyal to my brothers , Ill never lie Call me bird dog cause I cheat and Im fly And I love winnin, Im upset if its a tie Sneak dissing but, they forget bout the third eye I don’t walk up, I only do drive by’s They get it twisted but, I’m the bad guy They talkin down on my name, nigga im mad fly Pulling up drive by, then I hit you with that smoke Talkin all that smack nigga I don’t do jokes Looking surprised nigga, yes I just spoke Heaving shots flying, yea giving you backstrokes Make this Glock Shiggy Challenge out the window Talking all that shit, nigga you don’t want smoke Why you running nigga, I got your info Glock pointed at you, make you do the limbo

Woah, Woah Niggas tryna clone me tryna make another me, aye Niggas tryna clone and tryna make another me Woah, Woah Niggas tryna clone and tryna make another me My baby momma bitching, but she still be fucking me You blowing up her phone and she steady sucking me Woah, woah, you a sucker, sucker I got her bent over, finna fuck her, fuck her Them boys police them niggas undercover Lil bitch that pussy so dry you finna break the rubber I done took a nigga life and Ill take another Young nigga pull up gon spaz Young nigga got that bag Young nigga run the jazz Nigga we aint goin out sad Yall niggas goin out bad Yall niggas hang around feds Yall niggas make a nigga laugh Yall niggas make a nigga laugh Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags You worried about another nigga riches, aint ya? Yall bitches still fuckin snitches, aint ya? Theres something bout your jewelry that tells me its rented That green car didnt come with that Rollie, now did it? Dope boy gettin that cash, my bitch aint got a ass Dropped ten bands and bag, bout two ten on dash Thats my horse and carriage, T-shirt came from Paris Your diamonds embarrass, my diamonds the rarest Saint Laurent just sent me shit for no reason Saint Laurent just sent me shit for four seasons I done fucked your bitch in every four seasons I can drop my top in any four seasons Got a crash course in passports, and flying bitches through airports In furry slippers, with her hair pulled, in black leggings, sippin Red Bull Young nigga pull up gon spaz Young nigga got that bag Young nigga runnin that jazz Nigga we aint goin out sad Yall niggas goin out bad Yall nigga hang around feds Yall niggas make a nigga laugh Yall niggas make a nigga laugh Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Young nigga pull up gon spaz Young nigga got that bag Uh, yeah, yeah Young nigga run the jazz Nigga we aint goin out sad Yall niggas goin out bad Who? bad, hahaha Yall nigga hang around feds Yall niggas make a nigga laugh Yall niggas make a nigga laugh Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Bitch we aint throwing no flags Bitch we aint throwing no flags Bitch we aint throwing no flags Bitch we aint throwing no flags

Stop giving these bitches all the attention, thats why niggas is dying...now. When these hoes get horny, niggas die. Hoes get horny, niggas die. Watch, everytime. Every funeral you go to, its a bitch that was horny the night before. So you need to start checking these bitches, keep your dick in. Niggas gotta go back to the OG penetentery days and start jacking off coz if you dont, you gonna end up killing each other. We gon all die, we gotta start saying, fuck these bitches mayne. If you fucking with a cool female, thats all --- About sacrifices, that self-made sacrifices That cheap made sacrifices, they get rich, getting lightskinned Its all about sacrifices, that self-made sacrifices That cheap made sacrifices, they get rich, getting lightskinned Nah Im my feelings, whachu wanna know bout feelings? Keep it lowkey, no tellin Im on my feet, they cappin Going from broke to lavish 24 H, Im rappin I want that cheese, that somethin I pray to God, say Amen Call me yeezus, jesus, broke ass nigga with dibaz, jesus This aint no cap but yall cap in demons V in your face like a thot aint working KKK, with a Glock, AK Finna go die, you can mention my crime Havent you heard Im the hottest in town? Havent you heard Im the ishh right now? Cant cutthroat but I choke you niggas I cant buss down but Ill pull the trigger I aint gon lie, I got zero figures Wai--, Cut, Cut, Cut Yoh, blood Man you a bitch You a bitch About sacrifices, that self-made sacrifices That cheap made sacrifices, they get rich, getting lightskinned Its all about sacrifices, that self-made sacrifices That cheap made sacrifices, they get rich, getting lightskinned Walk on water, my flow like Jesus Hella contagious like a disease is New school in the game, fuck the old geezers Niggas cant rap and its looking like a weakness I bring the heat, I got pyrokinesis Hydrokinesis when I flow on beats Love the bread better then it comes with cheese From the streets with a golden fleece A King or a beast when I hop on beats Sacrifice all day so value increases I bake the cake but these niggas want a piece Gimme some cheese, nah, nigga its mine Deuces nigga, showing em peace signs Coz the cheese all mine and thats sublime Tryna get my shit up high on cloud nine Im so good youll never see a decline Youll see the signs coz its all aligned Set in stone, its well timed You cant predict what Jah designed I want the cheese and stay mainstream Not your main man but these hoes be whipped like cream I see the scheme, Im all over the scene This aint a dream, I shine hard and gleam Keep this shit clean, Im a lil obsessed with the green See how the road be looking hella serene And the bars so sick, need quarantine Youve forseen what they forcing, they absorbing my energy To keep their lives in proportion, never performing, never supporting Keep it high-key, while they all snoring I swear niggas dont know what it takes to be a rappers these days. Niggas aint got bars, niggas aint got talent. Niggas dont know how to sacrifice their own shit. Just to like...you know, do like something thats really constructive and shit. Like fuck it nigga About sacrifices, that self-made sacrifices That cheap made sacrifices, they get rich, getting lightskinned Its all about sacrifices, that self-made sacrifices Them cheap made sacrifices, they get rich, getting lightskinned Ye, Ive been on the low but I been thinking about you Making these moves for you, sacrificing my juice Shlett, I put me on charge and Im blasting these niggas, shit Im in Calabasas, ma nigga, ye Cutting up throat with my niggas, shlett I dont need no game, I beat up the shit outta one of these niggas Skraight up, niggas dont wanna fight no more

Right now, sound Hitmaka! Smash for the clout Dash, Im out Mashin for the clout TT, GT for the clout Ooh, hop out Draco on the couch Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Smash for the clout Dash, Im out Mashin for the clout TT, GT for the clout Ooh, hop out Draco on the couch Draco hold how many what your friends say Yeah, I keep making moves like sensei Dont nobody move, thats what I say FN blow the cherry off your sundae, ooh Im a full time finesser, aint no chancing it Hundred hanging off my neck like a chandelier I got moves to make, I got somethin in the wraith Selling candy bars, sound like me when I was eight Smash for the clout Dash, Im out Mashin for the clout TT, GT for the clout Ooh, hop out Draco on the couch Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Smash for the clout Dash, Im out Mashin for the clout TT, GT for the clout Ooh, hop out Draco on the couch Balenciaga book bag, OG gas in the pouch Double G slippers, Prada rugs in the house Baby girl, what you gonna do for this clout? You gon bust it open, put this in your mouth Drip-drop, she gonna suck on the tip-top Lip-locked, Trojan smile, I need a big sock Do it for the game, never for for the fame Bitch, I lie and cheat This shit in my veins Whoo Smash for the clout Dash, Im out Mashin for the clout TT, GT for the clout Ooh, hop out Draco on the couch Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Smash for the clout Dash, Im out Mashin for the clout TT, GT for the clout Ooh, hop out Draco on the couch Ten bands on my feet Hundred bands on my wrist You aint ready for this shit, no You aint ready for this clout Ay, keep my name out your mouth Are you stupid? Are you dumb? Are you stupid? Psh! Watch your mouth, watch your mouth You aint ready for this clout You aint ready for this clout, no Smash for the clout Dash, Im out Mashin for the clout TT, GT for the clout Ooh, hop out Draco on the couch Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Smash for the clout Dash, Im out Mashin for the clout TT, GT for the clout Ooh, hop out Draco on the couch

Старый бумажник, в баре алкашка Помогут забыть, что мир - шваль и параша Мы слали подальше весь ад, а пока что вокруг так чудесно, я шмалью обсажен Я пью, чтобы не видеть картину вокруг Я так хочу умчаться, как птицы, на юг Да, мы всегда хотели покинуть тот круг И чуяли, что счастье вдали, но не тут Повсюду морока, окурки от Bondа Запутанный город, сосуды от водки Ты, как миллионы, считаешь все годы Побуду недолго, а дальше в дорогу - вряд ли Без денег, амбиций, бездельник, пробиться из дебрей до Ниццы не выйдет, ты пленник столицы печали С бичами желаешь в стельку напиться, так-то Я тоже такой Я вышел из бара: прохожий, окно, огонь, дым и пустошь, ночная аллея В карманах дыра, мечтаю о сцене Они говорят мне: Надо стараться, Жень Я же стараюсь так, чтоб жить, как арабский шейх Чтобы маме купить дом Чтобы я мог целый год Колесить по всему миру Как богатый Филеас Фогг Чтоб я в офисе не сгинул Дотемна корпя на гниду Чтоб я сам себе был джинном Как у Savagea чтоб было 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 лямов на моем счету На моем счету На моем счету На моем счету На моем счету На моем счету 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 лямов на моем счету На моем счету На моем счету На моем счету На моем счету На моем счету

Lyrics from snippet Pinky ring on me blinging hoe Put them diamonds all up in yo hoe I put them diamonds all up in her I can’t take that bitch to dinner

She a gold digger, I got bigger I got bigger figures, I got bigger figures Im a street nigga, and a real killer Im a street nigga, I got big Got that Pattec bust down, and that Roli nigga If the police pull me over, I dont know that nigga I got a big dick, your bitch wanna hold it nigga I be knocking niggas out, like nigga I be knocking niggas out, Mike Tyson in the club, we not she got frightoned I be smoking on that green like I got some real niggas on Slosin Slaughter Gang, white chalking I cant shoot a freethrow, but Im balling Ice, check Watch, check Chain, check Ring, check Your bitch wanna Im a real player baby, I dont really pay for sex VVSs drippin on me, and they got her really wet Money talk Money talk Monеy talk Money talk Hundreds talk Hundreds talk Hundrеds talk Hundreds talk Got them killers with me Nigga gunners talk Gunners talk Gunners talk Spent that check Money walk Money walk Gass petal pushing, Zone one, Im on one, my big homie need bail money Seven days in the trap nigga, came back them racks Fucked them racks up Ran off on the team nigga, aint safe nigga Ski mask, no nigga I tried to tell him In these streets, the game aint played the same You niggas aint got no names choppers hit you Money talk Money talk Money talk Money talk Hundreds talk Hundreds talk Hundreds talk Hundreds talk Got them killers with me Nigga gunners talk Gunners talk Gunners talk Spent that check Money walk Money walk

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