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letra de forever tia & ahk - no savage

[intro]
mob mob mob mob
they wasn’t there from the start uh
they wasn’t there from the start
uh

[verse]
i can’t be f-ckin’ wit’ n-ggas uh, if they wasn’t there from the start
ima come out with the glock and a mask uh, somebody bound to get robbed
i’m not givin’ up ima do it for ahk
i do it for tia ‘cause shawty my heart
my child on the way so i’m moving smart
my young n-gga stressin’, he spinned on the box
i don’t think none of feelin’ me
this sh-t be k!llin’ me, this sh-t ain’t gon’ never just sit wit’ me
that b-tch tellin’ lies, she’ll never admit to me
if i’m coolin’ that glock 23 gotta sit wit’ me
paranoid as a b-tch, that glock gotta sh-t wit’ me
she eatin’ the whole d-ck literally
she on d-cks ‘cause i rap, she ain’t takin’ no trip wit’ me
i know ain’t none of em real as me
ain’t no n-gga k!llin’ me
i ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ n-ggas i see through em
i ain’t the rapper a n-gga should sleep on
in the snow wit’ no coat but i still got that heat on me
if i pull out my d-ck lot of b-tches gon’ be on it
hit the lights bend the corner ‘cause we gotta creep on em
i’m burnin’ any n-gga tryin’ reach on me
i had it on me i ain’t have to reach for it
xd wit’ the lemon, catch it and squeeze it on em
n-ggas out here trippin, why you k!ll a n-gga yo’ b-tch was just eatin’ on em
you smackin’ her out, she goin’ right over his house
you should’ve never been beatin’ on her
now he mad as a b-tch but that’s what he get
you should’ve been givin’ her d-ck
‘stead of punchin’ the b-tch in her sh-t
can’t be throwin’ no fit, when it’s sh-t in the streets that you know you gotta get
hangin’ out the window, pushin’ up on em
we probably dog a b-tch
but we don’t give a f-ck, he try hop a gate and got stuck
he got his whole face blew up
i couldn’t wait ‘til glew up
come out and play b-tch we gon’ be two up
i feel the pain, gotta pour me a deuce up
i don’t care ‘bout no n-gga, most of em pool putts
i been runnin’ up racks, i could get you plucked
keep comin’ off the top n-gga i ain’t ‘bout to stop
i don’t want her in the picture ima get the b-tch cropped
big g 33 that’s a tre-five seven glock
fn-57 knock em right out his socks
locked in wit’ my n-ggas we can’t be apart
whatever i do i’m gon’ do it for ahk
sh-t won’t ever stop, somebody gotta get dropped
we ain’t catch up wit’ him he the reason his b-tch dropped
deep in the streets i don’t care about hip-hop
i put that sh-t on em if he try lip box
wack em, we hear he got money on his top
if it’s up then i’m spinnin’ a bin in my b-tch car
comin’ right back but n-gga we switched cars
ima miss my young n-gga ‘cause shawty was too solid
this sh-t eatin’ me up ‘cause n-gga i feel yo’ problems
i promise, uh promise, i promise uh, i promise
eatin’ me up ‘cause n-gga i feel yo’ problems
this sh-t eatin’ me up ‘cause n-gga i feel it

- no savage

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