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lirik lagu 21 savage – whole lot (demo)

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[intro: young thug]
yeah, n-gg-, it’s a knife and all, y’know what i’m sayin’, yeah?
yeah, n-gg-, i hit your wife and all, y’know what i’m sayin’, yeah?
yeah, this a plain ap, but i got a lotta watches, y’know what i’m sayin’?
yeah

[chorus: 21 savage & young thug]
n-gg- made a whole lotta guala
now i got a whole lotta problems (yeah)
main b-tch f-ckin’ my partner (main b-tch)
n-gg-, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (fool)
and i got a whole lotta shotters (and i gotta)
hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
and i got a bad b-tch callin’ (and i gotta)
put a bad b-tch in cartier
catch a n-gg- ridin’ down college (skrt skrt)
catch a n-gg- ridin’ down godby (get madder n-gg-)
we ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage
we don’t talk about it, we shotters
straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)
straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)
i’m a street n-gg- and a artist (street n-gg-)
and i’m gon’ hit my targets (voom voom)

[verse 1: 21 savage & young thug]
vvs’s drippin’ off my chain, hoe (ooh)
i be in them places where you can’t go (can’t go)
my brother down the road on tango (i still see him)
you rap n-gg-s sweeter than a mango (p-ssy sweet)
tec on me with the coolie on it
i’ma f-ck around and squeeze (ooh)
pain runnin’ through my veins
i don’t want the fame, i just wanna eat (ooh)
rap n-gg-s callin’ my phone
f-ck these n-gg-s, these n-gg-s ain’t g’s (one hunnit)
spend on a lot of n-gg-s, i ain’t spend no more
f-ck around and get robbed ’round me (fast)
chain sn-tched
watch sn-tched, don’t get it back (get it)
chopper on you (slatt)
wrong move, get hit in the back (cutter)
i’m young savage
real n-gg-, they vouchin’ for that (they vouchin’ for that)
i keep it on me (slatt)
one in the head, no c-ckin’ it back (boom)
and i make your b-tch drop it back (aye)
and i spend a dub in saks (aye)
and i do a whole lot of drinkin’
i done put a hole in my kidney (uh)
y’all n-gg-s p-ssy like kittens (uh)
vvs’s on, i need mittens (vvs)
n-gg-, we ain’t leavin’ no witness
stomp a n-gg- ’til he need st-tches (woah)
i ain’t never played no victim
every n-gg- played, i k!lled him (slatt)
put a n-gg- in a blender, n-gg-, then we chop it up (chop it up, ayy)
put it in the pyrex, n-gg-, then we lock it up (lock it up, ayy)
put that b-tch inside a benz, she was in a acura
n-gg-s be actin’ tough, i just be stackin’ up (i just be stackin’ up)
used to ride around with dracos, now i’m going platinum (platinum)
n-gg-, put gold on denim (gold)
n-gg-, i said it, i meant it (meant it)
n-gg-, be fresh like mint (fresh)
n-gg- on percs, i’m itchin’ (n-gg-)
n-gg-, i stayed in the trenches (n-gg-)
n-gg-s still play in the trenches (n-gg-)
stayed up late on missions (fool)
sometimes we ain’t strike for a dime (for a dime)
if them n-gg-s actin’ scared, i ride (i’m gon’ go)
when my brother got k!lled, i cried (and i cried)
i can’t let a n-gg- stop my stride (stride)
gotta keep this sh-t goin’, gotta move (move)
if it come down to it, i’m bustin’ moves (fool)
i jump up out that vert with a uzi (skrrt)
these facts, lil’ n-gg-, i’m the truth (truth)
you got goons, lil’ n-gg-, i got troops (i got troops)
they don’t got instagrams ’cause they shoot (i got, i got)
coulda got a four-door, i got a coupe (got that coupe)
coulda f-cked that b-tch, i p-ssed her to the crew (here you go)
shiverin’ and shakin’, boy you ain’t gon’ shoot (ain’t gon’ shoot)
wright street, man i ate a lot of soups

[chorus: 21 savage & young thug]
n-gg- made a whole lotta guala (yeah)
now i got a whole lotta problems (whole lotta)
main b-tch f-ckin’ my partner (bad b-tch)
n-gg-, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (we ain’t trippin’ on it)
and i got a whole lotta shotters (and i gotta)
hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
and i got a bad b-tch callin’ (and i gotta)
put a bad b-tch in cartier (yeah)
catch a n-gg- ridin’ down college (swoo)
catch a n-gg- ridin’ down godby (get madder, n-gg-)
we ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage (savage)
we don’t talk about it, we shotters (whatchu talkin’ ’bout?)
straight up out the gutter, we charted (okay)
straight up out the gutter, we heartless (okay)
i’m a street n-gg- and a artist (ooh)
and i’m gon’ hit my targets (ooh)

[verse 2: young thug]
an’ i got a whole lot of money (an’ i got)
an’ i got a whole lotta hoes (woah)
an’ i got a whole lotta goals
an’ i succeeded all em ohhh
f-ck this sh-t, i need no friends, yeah
ap, black and rose-gold, okay
an’ i got a brand new benz, yeah
[?] gon’ squat, it unfolds (skrrt)
ya, an’ i got a whole lotta bricks
lotta bales on a m-th-f-ckin’ roll, yeah
an’ i ran down bank head
drops heads, r.i.p. shawty lo, yeah
an’ i got a whole lotta homies
r’ound here tryna wipe your nose, yeah (wipe nose)
an’ i got a brand new b-tch
ten-thousand dollar ring on her toes, yeah
way too much different sh-t
i just wanna slam my door, yeah
ain’t tryna see no hoe
i just wanna see my woes, yeah
ooh, i ain’t tryna see no show
not until i count my doles, ooh (backend)
honey wanna see if she can choke
man, i just wanna see if she a pro, ooh (deep-throat)
i’m just tryna drip up out versace robes
f-ck around, k!ll my blood
n-gg-, f-ck around, hang with my lows, ooh
b-tches know me flirtin’, leave ’em in the dirt
ooh, yeah, cash money’s the only thing that’ll work
ooh, yeah, get it, get it, uh
make the cutter look like fireworks (slatt)
i just count the bands like a clerk (count up)
my b-tch said, “pop me a perc'”, yeah
i just might gon’ let her slurp
puttin’ every angle like kurt
call a quarter-mill [?], yeah
put it in the pot, make it work, yeah
b-tches see the smurk, see the smurk, yeah
put in the bad b-tch work, yeah
i got a b-tch down in chain gang (chain gang)
an’ she suitcasing the percs
i got a billboard in chinatown (chinatown)
i got a billboard in tokyo (tokyo)
i got a old hoe like i’m 44 (44)
can’t see me like i’m locked up, ohh
used to rob for purses (purses)
they scream and we burstin’ (they scream)
i got a million in scripts (ayy)
codeine like a nurse
i shot ’em, i need a jersey
i shot ’em, i need a jersey (ya dig?)
i call up my woes like aye
it’s done, i smoked ’em, i need a he-rs-
let’s play, “who shot first?”
let’s play, “first one merked”
an’ i bought a b-tch that chanel (i did)
yeah, same color starburst
got a condo full of hoes, yeah
anytime, swerve-swerve (skrrt)
an’ you gotta cash out before you see the work-work

[chorus: 21 savage & young thug]
n-gg- made a whole lotta guala
now i got a whole lotta problems (yeah)
main b-tch f-ckin’ my partner (main b-tch)
n-gg-, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (fool)
and i got a whole lotta shotters (and i gotta)
hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
and i got a bad b-tch callin’ (and i gotta)
put a bad b-tch in cartier
catch a n-gg- ridin’ down college (skrt skrt)
catch a n-gg- ridin’ down godby (get madder n-gg-)
we ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage
we don’t talk about it, we shotters
straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)
straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)
i’m a street n-gg- and a artist (street n-gg-)
and i’m gon’ hit my targets (voom voom)