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letra de sandlot - no savage

[intro]
yeah, wopo, n-gga
yeah, yeah, yeah
lemme go
i said, lemme go
(hey regi)

[verse]
yeah, they want me to go back to what i was on, yeah, you ’bout to see this sh-t
if you n-ggas knew what the f-ck i was doing, i bet, i bet you a n-gga’ll snitch
i threw me a sixty up under the p, i went on the hit when i got off a l!ck
why n-ggas talking like i ain’t gon’ spin? b-tch, you n-ggas stupid as sh-t
whenever i move, i’m cautious, but i dare a n-gga to think sh-t sweet
he think i’ma move, i off him, i’m getting up close with the g2-3
we come through firing that sh-t where you sleep
i’ma turn up the street when i go up thе street
i’ma hit the switch till this b-tch overheat
i’ma gеt a check and then go get a b
you know ’bout an opp that i caught off the lean?
fifty on the glizzy, i knock out his spleen
took another hundred, i’m feeding the team
i’ll k!ll a n-gga for making a meme
i’ll k!ll a n-gga for making a post
cut a n-gga throat if he think i’m a joke
i hit off the glock till it d-mn near broke
i’ma get some coke if i ever go broke
i get in her throat then i turn her and stroke
n-ggas running from smoke but it’s nowhere to go
two n-ggas hop out, just me and the bro
i’m switching the clip, make it look like it grow
i was on they street but ain’t n0body know
i came to a place won’t n0body go
i come with a hundred, i want you to blow
i came out the bushes like i was a ghost
i play with the juggs but i got finesse
that 300b, it’ll tear up a vest
i hope you ain’t put that b-tch on to protect you
i don’t want his chest, i’ma shoot at the neck
n-ggas f-cking with me and making me stressed
don’t go sneak diss, n-gga, drop my @
whenever i spin, it be something that’s fat
i’m sliding with kriss and i’m blowing that vec’
i f-ck on this b-tch, give her back, you could keep her
no way i’ma love her, this b-tch is a cheater
i f-ck her and see her, i won’t even greet her
she know i’m the type to act like i ain’t meet her
he ain’t ’bout to win ’cause that n-gga a sleeper
i got in the street when this sh-t got deeper
i wrapped up a body, that sh-t started reeking
catch a n-gga trapping and hop out and leave him
i be on the drank, i don’t go margaritas
she gave me her neck ’cause i took her to rita’s
he say he the one but he f-cking a diva
say you got a drop, n-gga, i’ma get even
n-ggas k!lled the men so i had to get even
i bought me a ten and i went through squeezing
i get over top till his ass ain’t breathing
catch a n-gga loafing and turn him to weed
i go on the hit, i’ma jump out the tree
two opps got hit with them 300bs
out the box, got two new 23cs
you know when i’m tapping this b-tch it could breathe
i could mend the wind, put his men in the breeze
unidentified, his ass got freezed
know i put that fire on whoever i seen
aim at this head and knock out his beans
b-tch, i put the opps in the dirt, it’s a sandlot
brodie only k!ll so he ain’t gon’ say a lot
feds on their corner, we come in the redeye
got sh-t in his face, that boy got a dead eye
he tried to run after hearing that switch tap
you know i knocked off one n-gga, get back
ain’t punish my dog but i got the getback
i went and ran up an m and i’m big back
know i’ll take something down, it’s a big fact
if i get his chain, he can’t get sh-t back
how you dissing me and your ass got b-tch-smacked?
b-tch, we be in the strikers and ducking the laws
i be in her throats when i’m f-cking her jaws
i be switching b-tches, we on and off
n-gga
[outro]
(tahaha, we on and off)
(hey regi)

- no savage

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