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letra de portfolio - no savage

[intro]
(no way, hozay)
(turn me up, juu)
still keep it out in public, i be still thuggin’, uh
uh-uh, uh-uh
hey, juu, uh-uh
uh-uh

[verse]
still keep it out in public, i be still thuggin’
i can’t let them n-ggas put me under, so i’m steady clutchin’
i been out and huntin’ for that bag, n-ggas still bluffin’
n-ggas only hatin’ ’cause i’m buzzin’, never k!lled nothin’
i was out here chasin’ for a b-tch until she turned her back
bae, if you don’t know me by now, then you gon’ lose your spot
i know i can f-ck any b-tch i want ’cause i got them racks
shooter steady trippin’ and k!llin’, i call him mad max
every time i got out to cali, i go get me a pack
let the plug throw a bad batch and i’ma throw it back
i don’t give a f-ck about this sh-t, but i’ma need them racks
try to play with that and i’ma f-ck around and get you shot, yeah, yeah
lot of dead bodies in my pocket make my pants sag
let me peep the l!ck, i set my glizzy on his man ass
why would i respond to the opps with they fan ass?
wasn’t with me from the start, then get the f-ck off of my bandwagon
some n-ggas sayin’ i wasn’t sh-t when i gave ’em my last
i can’t keep on blowin’ through this money, i’m a f-ckin’ dad
shot at me and missed, you know that sh-t just got me f-ckin’ mad
ain’t no stoppin’ hits until we put ’em in the f-ckin’ past
we spinnin’ and hoppin’, hop out the car, but we took off the tag
better be duckin’, they shootin’ dracs or that’s gon’ be his ass
this african n-gga hit boa for like fifty-two bands
don’t do it, but how the f-ck n-ggas broke if they could catch a scam?
uh, manifestin’ about that urus, i want me a lam
n-ggas ain’t playin’ with me period, my youngins’ll spazz
then make a diss track with visuals, that’s you n-ggas’ plan
i celebrate ’bout what i got ’cause i come from the sand
i want a b-tch, but i can’t even get a chance
tote a glizzy, i got gg on my chain stamped
caught a n-gga off the lake while he was tryna vamp
he caught everything i threw, call me the people’s champ
i’m missin’ popeye every day, i know he know i miss him
you n-ggas outside ’cause the n-ggas locked up the ones official
thinkin’ ’bout pop, holdin’ my drac’, now i’m thinkin’ ’bout k!llin’
i’m ridin’ presidential with drizzy while i’m tourin’ my city
got a lot of dracs, but i ain’t get a deal with ovo
that b-tch kept on lyin’, started lookin’ like pinocchio
b-tch runnin’ her lip, so i call her a karaoke ho
before i keep a b-tch, i’ma have to see her portfolio
[outro]
(turn me up, juu)

- no savage

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