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letra de known mobbsta - no savage

[intro]
(turn me up juu)
hey jourdan, haha
hey, mob
ha, turn me up jourdan (uh)
f-ck they talking ’bout n-gga? n-ggas ain’t ready (mob)
and i’m on a trip again, haha
i’m on this sh-t again, haha
and again, haha
they don’t think i could switch it up on them at all
i ain’t f-cking around
wopo is a big time n-gga, real drug dealer

[verse]
i done did a lot of sh-t
why would i put my heart into a n-gga i won’t slide with?
he talk behind his homie back and don’t think that’s no foul sh-t
i come through, check my watch, i blow, get low soon as that time cl!ck
that switch hit off so fast it ain’t no way you gon’ time the b-tch
if she on the market i’m buying the b-tch
catch him, he know that i’m firing the stick
pressure, you know i’m applying this sh-t
them youngings, they coming through, hitting no bricks
i rob, i mob, i stay with a gl!ck
with n-ggas that i been in combat with
if you hear a bomb, you know it’s a stick
[verse]
b-tch, i get the packs gone, still flip ’em
i know all the opps, i know all their b-tches
knock a n-gga head in and leave him dizzy
thirty in the glock and fifty in the drizzy
hitting off this drac’ll knock him off his pivot
i’ma drop the tints i catch a n-gga slipping
standing over shorty, cook him like a biscuit
i done got a deal but still a known k!ller
how you from the opps and i don’t know you n-ggas?
how i’m just a rapper standing over n-ggas?
twenty-fifteen i was pulling triggers
baba, that’s the only n-gga that was with me
n-ggas went to school, n-ggas kept dissing
they thought i was bluffing ’til i came fishing
hitting everything moving, we ain’t missing
i done learned actions better than you talk it
n-ggas know the plug, i done met the socket
i done been to traps, vacants and apartments
n-gga got a lot of heart until i stopped it
deep up in the p-ssy got the b-tch farting
funny-ass n-ggas, i should call ’em martin
got [?]
got a [?], might start mobbing
who the f-ck spin with single-shot glocks?
i put a hundred-shot clip in the chopper
talking ’bout a b-tch and she ain’t even proper
i got a b-tch who love me and toxic
five-five-sixes jumping out the cartridge
couple of ’em hit ’em, bet his ass drop
let ’em get close, filled his ass up
let them n-ggas know, i ain’t mask up, mob!
[chorus]
i done did a lot of sh-t
why would i put my heart into a n-gga i won’t slide with?
he talk behind his homie back and don’t think that’s no foul sh-t
i come through, check my watch, i blow, get low soon as that time cl!ck
that switch hit off so fast it ain’t no way you gon’ time the b-tch
if she on the market i’m buying the b-tch
catch him, he know that i’m firing the stick
pressure, you know i’m applying this sh-t
them youngings, they coming through, hitting no bricks
i rob, i mob, i stay with a gl!ck
with n-ggas that i been in combat with
if you hear a bomb, you know it’s a stick

- no savage

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