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letra de savage shit - doodie lo & pgf nuk

[intro: pgf nuk & doodie lo]
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we on all savage sh-t, all savage sh-t, yeah (ayy, let’s get it)
we on all savage sh-t, all savage sh-t, yeah
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f-ck the opps, n-gga
f-ck wrong with these n-ggas? ayy, yeah (f-ck wrong with ’em?)

[verse 1: pgf nuk]
we on all savage sh-t
catch an opp and clap his b-tch
we got all exotic guns, we ain’t got no average sh-t
take this switch up off my hip
hit his leg and made him trip
then hit his top, then we gon’ dip
now all the opps up on the rip
go
[verse 2: doodie lo]
b-tch, we bulletproof the truck and foenem slidin’ with them dracs
and my shorties catchin’ bodies, facetime me and drop the rakes
got his lo’, get his safe
b-tch, i’m rich, f-ck a case
and you better have that wheel with that switch in that straight, n-gga

[verse 3: pgf nuk]
we in srts, they can’t catch up
ayy, bro do like one-sixty, lil’ folks don’t let up
ayy, every time he do a high speed, he gettin’ better
shorty got that wheel, on the gas, he gon’ whip up
ayy, i got like fifty on his top, get it done, ayy
slide through that b-tch, they slide every day for fun, ayy
it’s a switch up on the back of every f-ckin’ gun, ayy
shorty want that smoke, we hit his chest, fill up his lungs, ayy

[verse 4: doodie lo]
i ain’t stoppin’ sh-t, he wanna slide, he wanna k!ll
i can make him off in the bushes, creepin’ where he live
sh-t, i’m off ten xanny pills, guns here, granny crib
i’m comin’ where your family live, b-tch, it is what it is
did him dirty with a drac’, got glocks by the crate
i be slidin’ in the a, i’m outside every day
n-ggas dyin’ every day, frrt, fire to his face, n-gga
[verse 5: pgf nuk]
frrt, fire to his face, n-gga, yeah, ayy
pop out, get up close, hit his face, ayy
i was never in the car, hop out, chase, ayy
ayy, i was the first one tryna slide, i was never late
ayy, i think i shot an opp the other day
i was too high, i was outer sp-ce
ayy, hop out all black on cool sh-t
ayy, i was at his crib in the bushes on some smooth sh-t, ayy
poppin’ out with two switches on some new sh-t, ayy
we the ones who do hits
and all the opps ain’t do sh-t
go

[verse 6: doodie lo]
ayy, why you talkin’ ’bout you caught some bodies?
now you in a coffin, dummy
i’m with real k!llers, that’s they f-ckin’ hobby
we turn up the murder rate
n-ggas hoes and they know they fake
used to sell crack, ran out, sold soda bake
goofy ass in the way, back trappin’, made a ten a day
caught him with his b-tch, d-mn, should i let him live today?

[verse 6: pgf nuk]
ayy, if i don’t go, my brother go
we knock sh-t down like dominos
time to go, vámonos
if it’s not a switch, it’s a draco
you come with a pipe, we take those
all the dead opps, we make those
if you tweakin’ at the show, we shake those
go, yeah

- doodie lo pgf nuk

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