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letra de saved by the atm - btb savage

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[intro]
(jxckk just want a drink)
(thank you, gc)

[chorus: btb savage]
louis sneaks, my hat filthy but my ‘fit ricky
you tryna meet the plug but you can’t spend a hot ticket
i got real swipes, still bustin’ boa with giffies
you don’t even spend enough so you can’t take a trip with me
at first it was just a normal glock, i turned it to a switchy
you really want the sauce? drop a bag and come and see me
my pants fit tight, ’cause it’s a dub in my amiris
if i lose it all today, go get it back, boy, i ain’t trippin’

[verse 1: btb savage]
i can’t leave the house without my rod, man, like i’m dennis
i only want exotic buds, the grower know i’m picky
at the western union, bustin’ mos, tryna swipe ’em quickly
for at least three years straight, i done f-cked up at&t
boy, you baby punchin’, doin’ half off on ‘bnbs
i was on godaddy droppin’ log drops and tdvs
with my unc’ out in florida tryna whip up a florida ki’
you won’t see me trip about the cost, boy, i got plenty p’s

[chorus: btb savage]
louis sneaks, my hat filthy but my ‘fit ricky
you tryna meet the plug but you can’t spend a hot ticket
i got real swipes, still bustin’ boa with giffies
you don’t even spend enough so you can’t take a trip with me
at first it was just a normal glock, i turned it to a switchy
you really want the sauce? drop a bag and come and see me
my pants fit tight, ’cause it’s a dub in my amiris
if i lose it all today, go get it back, boy, i ain’t trippin’
[verse 2: juney knotzz]
man, spend a little fifty, look at me, i ain’t trippin’
customized glocks, they twins, i ain’t slippin’
i done made twenty off a bean, y’all trippin’
was goin’ crazy, if you in, you b-tchin’, like
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, go ‘head, baby
this the happy dance with the envelope, baby
shawty got it cut and tried to get her throat, baby
[?], what you got? i might swipe it, botteyga
[?] past nine, got to stay on the radar
why you keep on droppin’, keep on lockin’ up paper?
n-gga, i ain’t stoppin’, i’ma prove it to mayor (boss up)
i know a lil’ n-gga, he a fool with the mayor
how you ask for somethin’ free to tell your b-tch you a player?
if you runnin’ tell your b-tch ass think you would tell
you ain’t got a couple emmys, you ain’t goin’ nowhere
n-gga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus: btb savage]
louis sneaks, my hat filthy but my ‘fit ricky
you tryna meet the plug but you can’t spend a hot ticket
i got real swipes, still bustin’ boa with giffies
you don’t even spend enough so you can’t take a trip with me
at first it was just a normal glock, i turned it to a switchy
you really want the sauce? drop a bag and come and see me
my pants fit tight, ’cause it’s a dub in my amiris
if i lose it all today, go get it back, boy, i ain’t trippin’

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