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letra de numba 1 - no savage

[intro]
mob mob mob mob mob uh
uh uh uh
mob mob

[hook]
i just flew to cali sit down wit’ the plug uh i’m a run it up
i’m a ship em 50 bags to the whole mob pray that they don’t f-ck it up
i heard n-ggas got the drop where i’m layin’ at so i gotta get the f-ck
they gon’ paint the image like i’m dumb
i’m the top of my city i’m number one
any job that they give me i get it done
i ain’t spendin’ this money for fun uh uh
i can’t keep f-ckin’ it up ‘cause one day i might have a son uh uh
i still post by the curb ‘cause i got that sh-t they be wantin’
crazy how a n-gga beefin’ wit’ me ‘cause i wasn’t tryin’ front him
i ain’t playin’ no games i’m gettin’ you left

[verse]
i’m the coach of the game b-tch i ain’t no ref
i could give you the ins and the outs, i could teach you the less’
if you listen to me n-gga you gon’ progress
i’m the gangstest n-gga the b-tch ever met
i’m steady on money but still got stress
why would i be mad if you f-ckin’ my ex
i ain’t no blood but the switch on the glock go blat blat (mob)
we ain’t gon’ talk ‘bout what we on
i gotta her wit’ a bust down patek on
only give her the d-ck ‘cause i like how she moanin’
d-ck in the b-tch & breakin’ her bones
gotta whole deuce of wock’ in the bottom of the styrofoam
you n-ggas talkin’ too much on them jails phone
you ain’t callin’ bout money then leave me alone
bet you thought was over but n-gga it’s not
get the drop on my man then i’m gettin’ him got
he got one to his top now it’s blood [?]
i paid for the hit ain’t no strings attached
b-tches burning n-ggas d-ck like 4th of july
i ain’t never get burned i’m a h-ll of a guy
i done slung so much d-ck got em wondering why uh uh
if they mad that i’m real, what they me to lie
it’s involving the feds then i gotta lie
what my last b-tch did put a tear in my eye eye eye
if you f-ck wit’ my opps then i hope that you die
i’m mad as a b-tch why the f-ck did i try
sh-t on they ass they not on my time (sh-t on they ass)
and i’m so deep in that water
finding out my own man informing
and after i finish i bet you we all be up
from da yo’ to the blow i’m a get all my mans up
we lost a package then we got it back like state farm
how you sayin’ you humble and can’t even stay calm
shoot that tactical glock think i’m playin’ wit’ a ray gun
i can feel whenever that hate come
i don’t pay no f-ckin’ mind where it come from
where i’m from we totin’ dracs wit’ big drums

- no savage

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