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letra de outro - horrid1 & sav'o

[intro]
(ghosty)

[verse 1: sav’o]
smokey seasonm i can’t step out lackin’
if i back it, i’ma bang it, that’s the life of a savage
fifteen to nineteen, that’s seven times on the landin’
i can switch up any minute, leave a n-gga where he’s standin’
left him drownin’ in agony, the way that i splashed him
i’m erratic, i’m a savage and i’m far from on chattings
told my young g “if you splash and you pack him
don’t panic, fly out and just vanish, get caught then no chattin'” h-lla cap rap n-ggas be cappin’ when they’re rappin’
when i was spillin’ sh-t, you was at home in your pampers
and i’m still spillin’ sh-t on my block with the bangers
and the hammers, try slide on my block you’ll get shot
my block’s patterned

[chorus: sav’o]
we got smoke for anyone who challenge us (yoo)
we got smoke you know that we’re packin’, darg
they might have smoke but never then we bangin’ ours (yoo)
we pop smoke so man up when your at’ing us
we got smoke for anyone who challenge us (yoo)
we got smoke you know that we’re packin’, darg
they might have smoke but never then we bangin’ ours (yoo)
we pop smoke so man up when your at’ing us
[verse 2: horrid1]
i don’t battle rap n-gga, man i back my chat
when i back the rams, headshot splatter that
my n-gga splatter that sh-t, bag attached to man
all my n-ggas mad, the buj, man, i stamp on that
call the trap house my work, that’s my office
all my n-ggas smoking loud, yeah, man, it’s tropic
there’s a opp in, my n-gga took a pull, now he’s coughing
huncho, i’m so horrid, back the tool then i’ll rob him
it’s not batman, when i’m robbing and i’m a bad man
so i c-ck it and i pop it i put the rocket back inside my pocket
stop it, i can talk about them dark days, the heartache
visit hall with my marjay, opp walks in
man, he’s gonna learn the hard way
deal with him fast pace, stamp in his head ’till the guard breaks
on the opp block, armed waps in a car chase

[verse 3: still brickin]
runners on the motorway? gotta get it
little n-ggas banked up and he dony leave till he sells it
burnt a few kids, rude boy, i don’t regret it
gotta speak my mind how i see it’s how i tell it
so it’s oners on the motorway, swindon’s, where i’m heading
but when the block’s hot, you know we re’ing up
in reading, i’m married to the queen and i ain’t even had a wedding
worker stepped out of line, a couple sh-lls is what i fed him
man set these examples, hit a new spot so now i’m dishing out these samples, can’t go mosque because i’m banked up with parcels, team full of gunners, i ain’t talking about -rs-nal
can’t lie, man trap with a passion, brick of each at the table
i’m playing with the cannon, big four four when i’m hopping out the wagon, beat it off, tanya, i don’t know max branning
[chorus: sav’o]
we got smoke for anyone who challenge us (yoo)
we got smoke you know that we’re packin’, darg
they might have smoke but never then we bangin’ ours (yoo)
we pop smoke so man up when your at’ing us
we got smoke for anyone who challenge us (yoo)
we got smoke you know that we’re packin’, darg
they might have smoke but never then we bangin’ ours (yoo)
we pop smoke so man up when your at’ing us

- horrid1 savo

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