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letra de roadrunner - no savage

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[intro]
(hey 6ix)
yeah, ya dig?
yeah-yeah, ya dig?
nah, for real
mob, huh

[chorus]
i’m the same dirty motherf-cker, trappin’ like a b-tch
he come out the house, the lights on him, he won’t take a pic
get a block, get your own corner, that’ll get you rich
took his b-tch, put it down on her, left her at the ritz
i’m a roadrunner, i got out the spot and went legit
they don’t know that i’m the same one, i was on that since a jit
might go hit ’em all, don’t do no window shoppin’, i spin this sh-t
i want all hunnids, young n-gga with grown money, i been the sh-t

[verse]
got a hood b-tch, if she don’t act right, don’t pay her rent
n-gga smoke bags, forty-five hunnid, my money spent
n-ggas beef with us, don’t be movin’ right and then wanna get bent
say you got money, it’ll feel better if you up a m
i’m like hugh hefner pimpin’ these b-tches, b-tch, i’m him
got a thick b-tch throwin’ ass on me, break a limb
this for all them n-ggas been gettin’ money, been comin’ trim
quick to lay it up, get bro to dunk on him, i bend the rim
do the job, i’m supportin’ my b-tches, they want me win
say you love me, you should go and pray for me, you know i sin
i go ghost and stay away from new n-ggas, i’m with my men
you my man, if you say you f-ck with me, then lock it in
out the cell, i was usin’ jail phones, i cop a pin
and they see a n-gga just gettin’ home and they tappin’ in
they don’t know a n-gga soul so scarred, so he repent
take a broke b-tch, boss her right up, i buy her rick
it’s a new coupe, 12 get behind it, this sh-t a risk
i’m a loose screw, look at these diamonds, this sh-t a brick
n-ggas run into me, eyes get big, this ain’t a l!ck
n-gga won’t sit, totin’ somethin’ big, i hit his hat
i’m a young n-gga, known to hold his own, i got respect
put my name under don corleone, i’m runnin’ sh-t
he was cool, but to just keep it real, i want his b-tch
out the bank with a bank roll of hunnids, they comin’ crisp
[chorus]
i’m the same dirty motherf-cker, trappin’ like a b-tch
he come out the house, the lights on him, he won’t take a pic
get a block, get your own corner, that’ll get you rich
took his b-tch, put it down on her, left her at the ritz
i’m a roadrunner, i got out the spot and went legit
they don’t know that i’m the same one, i was on that since a jit
might go hit ’em all, don’t do no window shoppin’, i spin this sh-t
i want all hunnids, young n-gga with grown money, i been the sh-t

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