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letra de save dat shit (bonus) - kill stacy

[verse 1]
i do sh-t these n-ggas just can’t do
i got n-ggas paying me just to see how i move
got to pay me like a band just to get in the groove
and i know these n-ggas stupid they can’t walk in my shoes
i just got me some new money boy this ain’t nothing new
i remember days where prada robbin’ n-ggas servin blues
i remember sav really had me beatin n-ggas out they shoes
lil’ bro i woulda had em n-gga lucky that he moved
and he know what i mean when i say dat sh-t
hit him twice, shut him up, n-gga save dat sh-t
i put pipe, in hеr guts, you can’t save that b-tch
said that sh-t too strong, she can’t take that d-ck
what thе f-ck, hit her once, she in love, got her sprung
and i hate to break it to you but lil’ baby i’m not the one
cashed out, on sumn chains, tryna take him, catch a gun
take a trip to the bay, just to smoke weed for fun
i ain’t trapping in that sh-t, get the f-ck up off my phone boy (ayy)
schemin’ got me right, i ain’t never left my home boy
even when he wasn’t right, i ain’t never left my homeboy
sendin’ shots through the night, yeah you better watch yo’ tone boy

[chorus]
yeah you better watch yo’ lips and how the f-ck you speak to me
couple b-tches talking too but they just tryna sleep with me
i’m just tryna keep the peace and then maybe sneak a piece
and these n-ggas really sus, they the type to sneak a peek (hah)
[verse 2]
slip my piece in the club, violate, it go up
hit a n-gga in the crowd told you “we don’t give a what”
told you “we don’t give a f-ck, gang hit a n-gga up”
i know these n-ggas p-ssy, so these n-ggas ain’t testing us
this here ain’t no normal ar, this got monkey nuts
and it got a laser, but i already ain’t missin’ nun (d-mn)
ion even turn that lil’ b-tch on when im shootin (d-mn)
ion even got to keep on squeezin, dis sh-t just do it
automatic, let them have it, get it crackin’, make it tragic
get them going without a trace, n-gga disappear like it’s magic
this exotic opp pack, you can’t hit it, you can’t match it
i ain’t smoking with no p-ssies, i ain’t smoking with no…
i ain’t even finna say it, ’cause these f-ggots end up trippin’
and these n-ggas know what’s up, you know it’s playboy gangster crippin’
i ain’t never been a rat and i never failed a mission
what the f-ck i look like ratting, when we breaking down kitchens
n-gga you smoke crack and thats by yo own admission
anybody trusting you must be smoking what you hittin’
yeah i heard them n-ggas twacked out on the south side
boy don’t play with me, i’m ’bout mine
get money now, it’s about time

[chorus]
better watch yo’ lips and how the f-ck you speak to me
couple b-tches talking to but they just tryna sleep with me
i’m just tryna keep the peace and then maybe sneak a piece
and these n-ggas really sus, they the type to sneak a peek (hah)

- kill stacy

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