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letra de hit - no savage

[intro]
n-gga (jaddonthetrack)
haha, mobb
ayy, my b-tch just told me she feeling this sh-t
i got jourdan punishing everything i’m on
i’m certified banging anything, mobb
and these n-ggas know what the f-ck i slang, n-gga
i ain’t f-cking with no rap n-ggas
i ain’t never have a job
everything i came from the trap, you b-tch-ass n-gga
no cap

[verse]
uh, b-tch-ass n-ggas be cap, he got some money, i don’t then i’m getting him jacked
f-ck it up, i get it back, how did i do it? b-tch, i put my heart in the trap
i put my heart in the trap, i put a bag on his head then i got him whacked
i want his b-tchass lack, i probably come out the cut and i’m dressed all black
n-ggas shoot at us then we shooting back
a n-gga spinned the yo so we going back
i was just selling a pack, then i got me a lil’ money and start selling crack
i got a sh-t load of youngings, i’ll probably throw ’em a hundred and make ’em attack
when i slide, i’m leaning back, i’m toting the glock with the beam attached
[?] got cracked
get up on me, that 26 make him get back
i don’t know ’bout them n-ggas, ain’t none of them doing nothing
they can diss me in raps but ain’t none of ’em scoring nothing
if savage get up with ’em, you know he blowing ’em
he ain’t know ’bout my lesson so you know i’m showing him
shoot them glocks from afar but i still put it on him
put the glock to his top, what he get for him drawing ’em
when i hit him, he fumble like we in pop warner
and the label just called me, i think they were warner
and i know he can’t float in my motherf-cking water
if the p-ssy get dry then you know i’m gon’ oil it
and i’m catching the halves and the wholes and the quarter
and if he try to run, i’ma chase him and scorch him
if [?] sh-t not gon’ work then i’m not ’bout to force it
i don’t f-ck with the law, i’m like f-ck the enforcers
and if i got a show, bring the glock and the b-tch
you in love with a b-tch who keep topping the d-ck
when we caught him in traffic, we chopped up the whip
i just bought me a glizzy and swapped out the smith
when i got a new plug, i got a new flip
when i get a new bag, i buy some new drip
and we running sh-t down, better hope they don’t slip
’cause i get on top of ’em, empty the clip
shot from the glock leave you swimming in blood
catching the hundreds and catching the juggs
n-gga tell me move and i ain’t gon’ budge
i ain’t no crip but i call bro cousin
i ain’t hitting no l!ck ‘less it’s more than a dub
i’ma go out the a in the club with dove
and i’m full of the drugs and f-cking with thug
i don’t go out like pac, tryna do me like suge
i grew up in the sand, i could swim in the mud
i’ll pour up a pint and that sh-t getting chugged
i’ll kick in the door, put the dope in the rug
if i told you i love you, that sh-t understood
ain’t no food in your stomach, i make sure you good
old b-tch-ass rappers can’t come to the hood
i ain’t tell him what it is, they knew what it was
he was f-cking a b-tch and she looked like a bug

- no savage

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