letra de habits - bfg straap
[intro]
uh
(imixnation for real)
i’m a savage, ayy
(that n-gga stonez)
[chorus]
i’m a savage, yeah, randy
my b-tch not average, she a baddie
hundred k in carats, i ain’t cappin’
i can’t kick my cup, i love these drugs, it’s just a habit
i’m a savage, yeah, randy
my b-tch not average, she a baddie
hundred k in carats, i ain’t cappin’
i can’t kick my cup, i love these drugs, it’s just a habit
[verse 1]
uh, i just left a play from the bank, i got all blues
snipers on the roof watching you, better not strike a move
.223 mix him like a dj on the ones and twos
say that he took somethin’ from me, it must’ve been april fools
chopper bullets, they gon’ multiply
seem likе every time wе come through, up the score, hit more than five
when my n-gga died, boy, i slid every night before i cried
boy, don’t tell me ’bout no pain, you can’t even look me in my eyes
throw me in the ocean, i’ma turn into a shark up in that b-tch
n-ggas ain’t havin’ motion, i can tell the way they post just throwback pics
gotta move swift ’cause n-ggas, they’ll f-ck around and snitch
i be cool, but all i gotta do is tell they ass to blitz (blitz)
[chorus]
i’m a savage, yeah, randy
my b-tch not average, she a baddie
hundred k in carats, i ain’t cappin’
i can’t kick my cup, i love these drugs, it’s just a habit
i’m a savage, yeah, randy
my b-tch not average, she a baddie
hundred k in carats, i ain’t cappin’
i can’t kick my cup, i love these drugs, it’s just a habit
[verse 2]
uh, on the cool, i feel like i’m way too real for hip-hop
you can eat my d-ck up through these shorts, b-tch, i don’t lip-lock
trap house, that b-tch jumpin’ off the porch, we need more ziplocs
uh, pull up, this a score-and-go, yeah, we call it a pit stop
uh, diamonds in my ear, check my ice out, crystal clear (uh)
what i spend on my gear a weak, you ain’t made in a year
uh, off these pints, i’m super geeked, baby, i ain’t got no fear
uh, pop a seal, i’m sippin’ lean, baby, i don’t drink no beer
uh, you catch me in all black, just know i’m up to somethin’
uh, you ain’t gettin’ no real money, that’s cap, boy, stop the frontin’
uh, when you start gettin’ money, n-ggas act like you owe ’em somethin’
uh, n-gga actin’ like we don’t step, gon’ make me show him somethin’
[chorus]
i’m a savage, yeah, randy
my b-tch not average, she a baddie
hundred k in carats, i ain’t cappin’
i can’t kick my cup, i love these drugs, it’s just a habit
i’m a savage, yeah, randy
my b-tch not average, she a baddie
hundred k in carats, i ain’t cappin’
i can’t kick my cup, i love these drugs, it’s just a habit
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