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letra de push up - big 36oz

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[intro: 21 savage]
you see this chain around my neck n-gg-
you see this chain around my neck n-gg-
you see this chain around my neck n-gg-

[chorus: 21 savage]
you see this chain around my neck n-gg-
i’m probably gon’ die for that sh-t
she know a n-gg- a dog
i’m probably gon’ lie to that b-tch
you n-gg-s know i’m gang
that sh-t ain’t gon’ slide in the six
audemar piguet wet n-gg-
f-ck that sneak dissin’, n-gg- i’m pushin’ up
make a n-gg- whole hood run and duck
i’d be mad too if i was broke as f-ck
ain’t no gang gang, you n-gg-s street punks, woah

[verse 1: 21 savage]
grab that heckler on that b-tch, hold up, 21
smith and wesson on that b-tch, hold up
you n-gg-s stressin’ ’bout that sh-t, 21
god keep blessin’ me and sh-t, 21
woah woah, scoop a n-gg- main ho ho
21, make her hit the road, four-four
cuffin’ thotties, that’s a no no
we p-ss ’em ’round, n-gg- p-ss ’em ’round
how you gon’ be gangster n-gg- and a clown
i’m swimmin’ in your b-tch, i think i’m ’bout to drown
hundred round drum on that sh-t n-gg-, flip
i got a lot of bullets for that motherf-ckin’ lip
vvs’s drippin’, lil n-gg- watch it drip
you try to touch my chain, them boys gon’ k!ll you off the rip
last p-ssy n-gg- tried me got k!lled
ain’t no pump faking, every magazine filled n-gg-
i’ma hit something if i pull it off the hip n-gg-
your b-tch in the [?], bendin’ over, gettin’ drilled n-gg-
behave n-gg-, sour like some motherf-ckin’ milk n-gg-
in me, it ain’t on me, this the way i was built n-gg-

[chorus: 21 savage]
you see this chain around my neck n-gg-
i’m probably gon’ die for that sh-t
she know a n-gg- a dog
i’m probably gon’ lie to that b-tch
you n-gg-s know i’m gang
that sh-t ain’t gon’ slide in the six
audemar piguet wet n-gg-
f-ck that sneak dissin’, n-gg- i’m pushin’ up
make a n-gg- whole hood run and duck
i’d be mad too if i was broke as f-ck
ain’t no gang gang, you n-gg-s street punks

[verse 2: big 36oz]
playin’ with them birds like it’s mid, yeah
drop top, shoot up your block
shootin’ so scary and so wild
pray to god i don’t hit no child
you know how we gon’ approach a lil boss n-gg-
we gon’ go straight at his shooters
knock out and neuter, thirty clip on me, not down to go elephant
we shootin’ sh-t out a four door, come try this sh-t
drunk off the henny, i f-ck around punk your b-tch
they copy the swag, the sauce, the juice
and you let me notice it
d-mn lil n-gg-, you still sippin’?
d-mn lil b-tch, you know i’m still drippin’
i’m 36 oz, i’m hard as your house bricks
want [?] an opp, i pull up and spark the b-tch

[chorus: 21 savage]
you see this chain around my neck n-gg-
i’m probably gon’ die for that sh-t
she know a n-gg- a dog
i’m probably gon’ lie to that b-tch
you n-gg-s know i’m gang
that sh-t ain’t gon’ slide in the six
audemar piguet wet n-gg-
f-ck that sneak dissin’, n-gg- i’m pushin’ up
make a n-gg- whole hood run and duck
i’d be mad too if i was broke as f-ck
ain’t no gang gang, you n-gg-s street punks

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