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letra de offended - 21 savage & xxxtentacion

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[intro: young thug]
meek milly, jeffery, woah
m-m-m-murda

[chorus: young thug]
yeah, yeah
f-ck is you talkin’ ’bout? b-tch, you offendin’ me (f-ck is you talkin’ ’bout?)
i just might go ‘head
and let this lil b-tch suck my d-ck till it tickle me (suck, suck it up)
i just might go ‘head
and mix me a sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry (lean, lean)
godd-mn, i had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me (godd-mn, d-mn, woo)
i heard the lil boy was plotting on k!lling me
f-ck ’round and lift up they soul like lil chino be wheelin’ (brrrt, woo)
i usually don’t beg but i don’t want the ceiling please (woo-hoo)
oxycontin f-cking up kidneys

[verse 1: young thug]
molly, my cup look like bath salt
and i’m too high horsed for asphalt
therefore i’m in clouds from day to dark
they say that i changed, it’s the cash fault
pay everybody like a cash cow
i switch through the lanes like a nascar
the rollie stainless, stainless
we young and rich and we dangerous
i’m at piccadilly’s with your missus, n-gga
and the weed stinking like a chitlin, n-gga
the money long like a philly, n-gga
make me catch you slipping then it’s christmas, n-gga
the bulletproof can take a missile, n-gga
i got benji on me and he crippin’ n-gga
i done wrapped the benji in the city, ho
i done wrapped the bentley in the bity, n-gga
put a swimming pool in the living room
how i’m living, n-gga, i ain’t swimming, n-gga
only thing that me and michael phelps
got in common is that we winning n-gga
rock star lifestyle
your hoe’s going wild

[verse 2: meek mill]
saint laurent shorty and toting that .40
we move through the city like bmf
rocks on the chain like the rocks that i slang
only difference them b-tches, they vvs
i know these b-tches gon’ change
and f-ck on whoever, whenever they see a check
if you do not f-ck with the gang
don’t act like you do, when you see us just keep it that
swing through your block, bring that sweeper back
land on your spot where your peoples at
smoke you where ever we see you at
you don’t want no problem so keep at that
‘fore you get your man murdered
hitters in the van lurking
i put bread on the beef (what you do?)
turn it to a hamburger
put that paper on the scale, n-gga
little homies talking big money
when the wars on you’ll tell, n-gga
put a bag on your main hitta
when them things hit ’em, that’s an l n-gga
so you should be home before mama got dinner for sale, n-gga
and that’s all i’ma tell n-ggas, and that’s it

[chorus: young thug]
yeah, yeah
f-ck is you talkin’ ’bout? b-tch, you offending me (f-ck is you talkin’ ’bout?)
i just might go ‘head
and let this lil b-tch suck my d-ck till it tickle me (suck, suck it up)
i just might go ‘head
and mix me a sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
godd-mn, i had four hoes one time, they was drilling me (godd-mn, d-mn, woo)
i heard the lil boy was plotting on k!lling me
f-ck ’round and lift up they soul like lil chino be wheelin’ (brrrt, woo)
i usually don’t beg, but i don’t want the ceiling please (woo-hoo)
oxycontin f-cking up my kidneys

[verse 3: 21 savage]
woah, woah, woah
everywhere i go, i keep a chopper with me, whoa (21, 21)
i ain’t with that diss song sh-t, i been a shotta n-gga, whoa
hundred shottas with me, whoa, vvss on me, whoa
vvss on me, bling, badaboom, badabing! (21)
mob sh-t, send the hit, shoot up your car sh-t
put them blue tips in that cartridge (21)
we put them drums in them carbines (21)
we pull up on rappers and spark ’em (21)
i might take your chain if it sparkle (facts)
street n-gga really came from nothing (what?)
strip a n-gga like caine cousin (21)
k!ll a n-gga then you saying something (what?)
you was talking, n-gga, i was hustling (what?)
we was shooting, n-gga, you was ducking (whoa)
you was texting, n-gga, i was f-cking (21)
i was betting n-gga, you was bluffing (21)
hide and seek, n-gga, i was hunching (facts)
car foreign and my gun russian
sneak dissing, get a concussion (21, 21)

[chorus: young thug]
yeah, yeah
f-ck is you talkin’ ’bout? b-tch, you offendin’ me (f-ck is you talkin’ ’bout?)
i just might go ‘head
and let this lil b-tch suck my d-ck till it tickle me (suck, suck it up)
i just might go ‘head
and mix me a sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry (lean, lean)
godd-mn, i had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me (godd-mn, d-mn, woo)
i heard the lil boy was plotting on k!lling me
f-ck ’round and lift up they soul like lil chino be wheelin’ (brrrt, woo)
i usually don’t beg but i don’t want the ceiling please (woo-hoo)
oxycontin f-cking up kidneys

- 21 savage xxxtentacion

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