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letra de hello - young savvy

(chorus)
baby i can get you bags of chanel, stroke it from the back like i’m phelps
goofy n-gg- make me laugh like chapelle
n-gg- hold out your hand take a l
got me wishin in this water like a well
baby you been on my mind can you tell
i am not the type to buy imma sell, b-tches picking up the phone like adele (h-llo) x2

(verse)
im not a savage n-gg- imma savvy
you get the picture like a f-cking avi
white tan brick look khaki
i’m not a father when she call daddy
i used to dream about fuccin gabby
i used to dream about fuccin abby
ohhh
how the tables done turned cause now them b-tches dreaming of f-cking me
200 on a ysl tee
catching plays just like tom my qb
cause it ain’t nun to get off a q.p
i’m serving gas like i work at qt
i sign some migos n-gg-s think i’m qc
but its just trapping that they doing for me
break down a fraction
put it in a package
the only rapping that they doing for me
yeah
when a young n-gg- down i just count up a check cause ain no one talk to
man a n-gg- been down now i’m tryna charge 50 drums for a walk through
how you claim you a boss when the n-gg-s you with they done pretty much bought you
n-gg- you was my son the f-ck i did wrong don’t know how i lost you

(verse)
who with it
gone, get it
racks, split it
in my, division
mariano rivera my n-gg-s up north pitching
personal chef name sarah i’m f-cking her in the kitchen
call of duty for ops my soldiers they on mission
and they ain’t gone stop till a lil boy missing
cause a p-ssy tried to play me and failed
and now i got his blazing in h-ll
baby i can buy you bags of dior
got you mixing reebok with pyer, i left with bout 30 bags from the store
a n-gg- love to get drenched can you tell having a lot but imma need to have more
so imma make my name ring like a bell, went from shotwell street to a tour
and all the vvs sing like adele
aye
when a young n-gg- down i just count up a check cause ain’t no one talk to
man a n-gg- been down now i’m tryna charge 50 drums for a walk through
how you claim you a boss when the n-gg-s you with they done pretty much bought you
boy you know you my son so stop all that capping cause b-tch i will cross you

sauce pile up
too drenched up
no stylist
all designer
who you sliming
boy don’t get touched
i swear i’m riding, m.o.b. let these f-ck n-gg-s know

- young savvy

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