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letra de savage (remix) - blxst

[chorus]
ayy, i’m that n-gga
pull up, you can be my bag splitter (run a check up)
know the streets say i’m a bad n-gga (i’m a savage)
’cause i’m a savage, not if i sag with you, ayy (yeah)
crack that code, maybe i can pass with you (crack that code)
get on your toes, probably blow a bag with you, yeah (on your toes)
we got the streets on lock
forever from the bottom but we still on top

[verse 1]
you my top pick (pick)
duckin’ off on the regular like we not lit (we not lit)
bimmer, bentley, mercedes, we on some hot -ish
let’s go half on a baby, then split the profit (choppin’ it double)
yeah, these b—- be on mе but they is not it
won’t let them h— in my circlе, this ain’t a moshpit (not at all)
you don’t f— with no urkel, gotta be boss —-, yeah
don’t only talk sh–, i walk it, yeah
thats what i’m ’bout
’cause they counted me out, but i didn’t fold (i never folded)
back on the wall, stood on ten toes (ten toes)
play if you want and get exposed (yeah)
not many n-ggas took this road
i kept it solid but n-ggas switched codes (n-ggas changing on me)
who knew the streets would get this cold? (cold, n-gga)
careful who you callin’ your big bro (don’t lil’ bro me)
that ain’t never what it was meant for, yeah
[chorus]
ayy, i’m that n-gga
pull up, you can be my bag splitter (run a check up)
know the streets say i’m a bad n-gga (i’m a savage)
’cause i’m a savage, not if i sag with you, ayy (yeah)
crack that code, maybe i can pass with you (crack that code)
get on your toes, probably blow a bag with you, yeah (on your toes)
we got the streets on lock
forever from the bottom but we still on top

[verse 2]
ayy, look
i went ahead
n put in
my thousand hours in
i’m aiming for ten-fold

been a g like my name was warren
i came in scoring
now i’m poppin like pimples
hit after hit i’m gon hit
with every single i set
it got simple
nah i’m not me being narcissistic
m’only being realistic
careful who you gon diss or
you’ll end being a statistic
but they
counted me out yet i didn’t fold (never folded)
friday night all my homies getting stoned (stoned)
meanwhile i be home at the crib tho
getting ready for fate to get going
but
n-ggas want a piece n it’s getting old (getting old)
but by then we’ve already moved on
they could tell i ain’t playin
when i switched tones (switchin’ tones)
ain’t nun gon fly by unless i say so

- blxst

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