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letra de savage back - doe boy

[verse:]
they told me bring that savage back
but i don’t think the want that
f-ck around and rob the whole city when i’m on that
ain’t sh-t changed i’m still posted up on nose ave
come here if you want it, you gonna die here with your bold -ss
stacking free bands, then i wrap them with the rubberbands
i could have a million, still i’ll rob you for a couple bands
rubberband, money gang, free my n-gg- murder man
these hollows hot n-gg-, they gonna make you hit this murder dance
call me bang god, cause i’m god on the block
can’t remember last time i ain’t ride with the glock
had a n-gg- on probation, cause they had a n-gg- locked
smoking gonja with my homies, we just blazed another op
when i scream gang gang, watch how quick you see the team come
catch a n-gg- lacking blowing down, i don’t freeze up
trapping in my hood, cut me in b-tch i need some
riding with a stick, better yet it’s a tree trunk
heard he got the bricks in his trap house, kick his door
if i feel like a n-gg- threaten me, get em going
feeling like he trapping getting money, but i know he p-ssy
it’s ov when i up this draco, ovo
red dot, thats a headshot, leave your head hot
it’s a whole lot of dead ops, it’s like red ops
little n-gg- tripping, doing all this sneak dissing
like i ain’t riding with the mop stick like a kitchen
your favorite rapper go for f-ck sh-t, but i won’t have it
reaching for my chain, bunch of bullets what he grabbing
shoot him in his brain, tryna see what he imagine
run up with the stick, do a hit like madden
boss man beezy, them young n-gg-s do what i say
all my k!llers hungry for a murder, you a entree
we don’t f-ck with snitches, we don’t call the police my way
only 911 that i’m touching in the driveway
i was sleeping in a prison, now i wake up in bugati’s
or i wake up to the mozzy, but i’m sleeping with the tommy
boys in the hood, you wanna see a dead body?
all you gotta do is tell a p-ssy n-gg- try me
draco on my lap and my shooter got the mac
i see sh-t when i’m off act, i ain’t acting thats a fact
i finessed a f-ck n-gg-, i just ran off with his sack
birdman will pay weezy before i pay your -ss back

- doe boy

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