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letra de dedication - no savage

[intro]
ha ha, mob, uh
b-tch mob mob mob
yeah uh uh for real
i’m on some real mob sh-t right here n-gga
i’m robbin’ the robbers for real
uh uh

[verse]
push up on my opp, i’m tryn’ leave one of they ass uh
put my heart in spinnin,’ b-tch i’m geeked to catch my man uh
‘member i was down b-tch i was sleepin’ in the van
but i ain’t do that for nothin’ b-tch i was sleepin’ on my man
they don’t come like me b-tch i’m the hardest in the sh-t uh
ask when i get f-cked up i start robbin’ in this sh-t uh
we come to yo’ club you know we mobbin’ in that b-tch uh
n-gga ain’t gon take sh-t, got that rocket in my dip uh
n-ggas think that i don’t see em f-ckin’ vics
catch em tryn’ spin and drop a hunnit on they whip
fat sh-t in my clip, b-tch it’s 50 in that fifth
no i ain’t scared to die, they get me b-tch we gon’ spin they bin
that stick hit ten of them, we come back we droppin’ plenty men
brodie say don’t stop, i’m gon’ blow until it’s empty then
breezy like my blood, i can’t treat that n-gga like my friend
keep my n-gga low, when i call em he gon’ get it in
and i know n-ggas hate, they can’t see through them five percents
coming off my top, f-ck a pad ‘cause i don’t need no pen
i know i could make it i won’t stop until i get them m’s
found out where they at i’m a walk down in my f-ckin’ tims
do hits back to back drop this banger wit’ my n-gga gotti
can’t f-ck wit’ all them n-ggas so that hunnit piece gotta be beside me
too many youngins couldn’t be in the alley
lift up the glock i’ll shoot anybody
think i ain’t know that that p-ssy got mileage
b-tch f-cked breezy and thought she could hide it
b-tch ain’t got no business but she need to mind it
bro caught a body on home confinement
b-tch can’t get my money i don’t know why she tryin’
b-tch look at my necklace a cross wit’ diamonds
and you only know that the strong survive
can’t f-ck wit’ a n-gga if he don’t be ridin’
if you say we locked in you know i’m slidin’
i’m f-ckin’ that love sh-t i ain’t gon find it
37th raised me b-tch i’m thuggin’ i’m a 90’s baby
strapped up like the navy, tryn’ book me need that down payment
i just f-cked on a white b-tch after i f-cked her b-tch told me she was racist
but i don’t know how, her father was white and her mother was black so the b-tch caucasian
b-tch lay up wit’ me then she gotta be naked
won’t giver her the d-ck if the b-tch look basic
i’m putting my whole arm in when i bake it
i f-cked but i ain’t gon’ make her my lady
that rubber protect me from makin’ a baby
if i give her raw d-ck she’ll be crazy
you ain’t give me sh-t n-gga don’t say you made me
heard that an opp n-gga say he gon’ spank me
run up a bag and no i ain’t changing
keep this b-tch on me don’t care if i’m famous
still in the hood and i’m still bangin’
she don’t eat d-ck right i gotta train her
don’t think that i’m f-cked up ‘cause i’m maintaining
b-tch thought she was something ‘cause i took her to major’s
that ain’t no love b-tch i’m just a player
the b-tch got money then i gotta break her
hop out the car n-gga run we gon’ chase em
let me get up n-gga i’m a point blank em
i’m beefin’ so i gotta clutch on a stranger
i’m kickin’ a brick like my nickname sheamus
my right hand tell then i gotta hang em
b-tch been a hoe then you know you won’t change em
can’t turn a hoe b-tch to a housewife
yo’ father a rat so that make you a mice
we on 21st we out all night
i’m in the trap wit’ mal and ike
young ass n-ggas don’t know ‘bout life
gotta drac’ wit a switch and a gl!ck wit’ a light
how you gon’ be my b-tch, all them d-cks that you bite
if the b-tch ain’t bad when i f-ck her it’s bye
me and my b-tch run it up then go to dubai
i’m livin’ a rockstar life
i thug everyday just me and my man
f-ck a 9-5 you know i’m the pound man
after i spin b-tch you hear the ambulance
that’s what he get for the jiffin’ and playin’
i run up the money from sellin’ the yams
chill ass n-ggas be actin’ like clam
k!llin’ my opp if he step out of bounds
n-ggas ain’t the same when i’m around
get in my water you know you gon’ drown
see em, i whip it and hit em around
from the yo’ to the blow, we runnin’ sh-t down
we ain’t punish him then we gon’ dunish him now
let a n-gga k!ll me then i’m huntin’ him down
n-ggas runnin’ they mouth ‘cause i’m runnin’ the town
he taggin,’ i tweak if you f-ckin’ around
n-gga get on top of me i’m pluckin’ him down
got f-cked up ways b-tch i’m tryn’ k!ll something
all the aggression i just let it build up
spin wit’ a stick go back wit’ it filled up
i’m thumbin’ so much b-tch i’m gettin’ paper cuts
you dissin’ me broke b-tch go get yo’ paper up
gotta bean on a pistol i’m hittin’ his face up
got titties on sticks we blowin’ yo’ block up
n-ggas gon’ need a army if they tryn’ stop us
got money but i gotta gun for the robbers
servin’ dog food, f-ckin’ a model
public vomit fluid straight out the bottle
runnin’ this rap sh-t i’m tiki bob
glock give em shape up b-tch i’m a barber
she give me head the b-tch gotta barber
soon as i bust the b-tch gotta swallow
play for the dodgers and still can’t dodge this
come wit’ that big sh-t you know i spark sh-t
lot of these n-ggas about to get robbed b-tch
you know that you shouldn’t been f-ckin’ wit’ opps b-tch
i’m f-ckin’ wit’ rappers they got on my opp list
be easy to get i’m send em my opp pic’
and the only thing the b-tch want is my opp d-ck
g-29, a big ass glock ten
bullets big as sh-t i barely could put em in
spin through and miss i bet i won’t miss again
junky want the drop i gotta give it then
this sh-t dry out yo’ tongue like cinnamon
this sh-t k!lled ten junkies in 10 minutes
i got fentanyl lines all through the trenches
n-ggas got on me so i bought a big glizzy
uh n-gga got on me so i bought a big glizzy

- no savage

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