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letra de no heart (melo mix) - 808 melo

[intro: pop smoke]
shout out 808 melo

[chorus: 21 savage]
young savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
why these n-ggas cappin’ so hard?
why you got a 12 car garage?
why you pullin’ all these rappers’ cards?
’cause these n-ggas p-ssy and i’m hard
i turn that f-ckin’ soft into some hard
i grew up in the streets without no heart
i’m prayin’ to my glock and my carbon

[verse 1: skepta]
i don’t know why chip mentioned my name
but devilman’s tryna get attention again
told you before this year is the year of the real
fake n-ggas get left in the rain
think ’cause i’m up there sitting on a plane
that i can’t really hear what the people are saying
but i can hear everything loud and clear
and they’re telling me to tell you to stay in your lane

[verse 2: 21 savage]
p-ssy n-ggas love sneak dissin’
’til i pull up on ’em, slap ’em out with the fire
wet your mama’s house, wet your grandma’s house
keep shootin’ until somebody die
so many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar
thought it was fourth of july
you was with your friends playin’ nintendo
i was playin’ ’round with that fire
seventh grade, i got caught with a pistol
sent me to panthersville
eighth grade, started playin’ football
then i was like f-ck the field
ninth grade, i was knocking n-ggas out
n-gga like holyfield
fast forward, n-gga, 2016
and i’m screamin’ f-ck a deal

[verse 3: skepta]
’cause they know devilman did snitch on some serious cases
say my name, nah, that’s not right
heart on my sleeve any time that i write
them man can’t say anything that i ain’t already told man about my life
made a couple sh-t songs, yeah that’s nice
repeated my bars, oh yeah that’s nice
’cause when your bars are hard like mine fam
sometimes manna gotta say them twice
fact of the matter is my bars totally murk
your bars sound like you’re smoking the work
before you end up on the s-x offenders list
manna gon’ put the devil in the dirt
wah gwan for certain man
thought it was a clash about music
all of a sudden devilman, you wanna sperm on man

[chorus: 21 savage]
young savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
why these n-ggas cappin’ so hard?
why you got a 12 car garage?
why you pullin’ all these rappers’ cards?
’cause these n-ggas p-ssy and i’m hard
i turn that f-ckin’ soft into some hard
i grew up in the streets without no heart
i’m prayin’ to my glock and my carbon

[verse 4: 21 savage]
“savage, i was just playin'”
y’all p-ssy n-ggas fakin’
b-tch, i hang around them haitians
pull up on you, tie your kids up
pistol whip you while your b-tch naked
“come on, man, savage, you know i always play your mixtape”
yeah, n-gga, f-ck all that, ask your b-tch how my d-ck tastes

[chorus: 21 savage]
young savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
why these n-ggas cappin’ so hard?
why you got a 12 car garage?
why you pullin’ all these rappers’ cards?
’cause these n-ggas p-ssy and i’m hard
i turn that f-ckin’ soft into some hard
i grew up in the streets without no heart
i’m prayin’ to my glock and my carbon

- 808 melo

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