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letra de my bitch* / hiding the sticks* - no savage

lyrics from snippet

[intro]
(hey reggi)

[chorus]
i’m the young n-gga who tried to put everyone on, it’s hard for me to be rich
these n-ggas hating on me, wanna know what i’m doing? i’m tryna go up with your b-tch
i seen a stripper i already f-cked at the [?] and took that b-tch right to the ritz
i don’t got sh-t for the ho on the side ’cause my b-tch keep eating off my d-ck
i go up to thirty on all my gl!cks
we hop out the car, it’s an all-out blitz
them boys get to running and tripping and sh-t
drop more than a hundred, we finishing sh-t
you gotta have a body to get with this sh-t
this sh-t like a cartier, it’s so many hits
got so many hundreds, i’m ripping this sh-t
i’m ducking the law, she hiding the sticks

[verse 1]
yeah, she gotta look like she want me to f-ck
she getting drunk then i’m coming in luck
i got a feeling i’m f-cking a sl-t
after i f-ck her, i tell her she cut
hop out and blow, she advised herself
keep on joking but why is you playing?
b-tch, you can’t even find yourself
whole lot of problems but mines be dealt
n-ggas was dissing and know how i felt
get me a drop, i’ma spy, no help
creep up behind him and give him the belt
[?] bro need a hand, i’ma help him
i put a stick in his hand and a shovel
cap-ass n-ggas, they always buck ’em
i ain’t got nothing to tell ’em so f-ck ’em
bro got bodies and you got bodies, but i don’t know why you always duck ’em
i see an opp in the jail and cut him
as soon as i get on the land, i pluck him
these n-ggas like hoes, they keep holding grudges
how you getting money and stuck on a budget?
seeing me going broke, n-gga, that’s not nothing
i’ll go put a box on the cutter and truck ’em
[chorus]
i’m the young n-gga who tried to put everyone on, it’s hard for me to be rich
these n-ggas hating on me, wanna know what i’m doing? i’m tryna go up with your b-tch
i seen a stripper i already f-cked at the [?] and took that b-tch right to the ritz
i don’t got sh-t for the ho on the side ’cause my b-tch keep eating off my d-ck
i go up to thirty on all my gl!cks
we hop out the car, it’s an all-out blitz
them boys get to running and tripping and sh-t
drop more than a hundred, we finishing sh-t
you gotta have a body to get with this sh-t
this sh-t like a cartier, it’s so many hits
got so many hundreds, i’m ripping this sh-t
i’m ducking the law, she hiding the sticks

[verse 2]
got boxed in them walls, yeah
i had to fight for a call
i’m locked in with lifers with nikes and all
n-ggas catching balloons in diapers and all
we got put on a stripe when the dope get foggy
think it’s a missile, it always fall
he spent all his money, he can’t even call
now he spent it all to get him a high, he ain’t even high, now he wanna brawl
now i’m tryna tell you, i seen it all
from going through sh-t that you won’t even think
still go down bottom, it’s just free hank
i don’t go ’bout a dollar but i need drank
i don’t go to a problem but i need drac’
know allah got a calling so i need faith
put the sack by the bed, i don’t need no safe
and i dare you to try it…

- no savage

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