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lirik lagu no savage – smoke (original)

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[intro]
uh
b~tch, mob
mob
uh
uh
uh, uh, uh (i ain’t doin’ no bluffin’)
uh, mob, uh
double r produced it

[verse]
he come sit at the [?] and blow up the show
can’t f~ck with a b~tch who will never say no
b~tch we grew up with smoke can’t trap out a stove
when we run off the hill everybody gotta pole
when the yo get the blow make the whole hood get it low
they say hip off this fully b~tch you better pick~and~roll
i dropped out of school i ain’t graduate
i don’t wan’t the coke from the n~gga ’cause he usin’ heavy bake
i could wake up a hood with the drac’ i’ma show i don’t drac’ shake
n~gga you don’t want this to hit you in your face
i’m advisin’ these n~ggas to stay in they place
i’ma pay what i want make ’em spin everyday
got the young n~ggas hot because i just bought two drac’s
drac’ to the face leave a f~ck~n~gga two~faced
b~tch took the bootup she been up for days
she been f~ckin’ for money i got her a raise
uh, mob, i cool in the club with the tool out
uh, back in the day i was trappin’ ain’t go to no school i’m sittin’ outside, the school out
you in the way better move out
i’m tryna groove in a n~gga b~tch mouth like a root c~n~l
i seen his face on that list he a pedophile
weird~ass n~gga like why would you f~ck a child? b~tch (huh?)
10k in a day i could do it from trappin’
5k every month that’s just rappin’
that was only four singles imagine this album
still sellin’ the powder and stackin’ the chowder
want to know what i got b~tch look at my bodies
rock it up in the [?] i don’t think about stylin’
got the money to show for the sh~t that i’m rappin’
uh, got the money to show for the sh~t that i’m rappin’
b~tch~ass n~ggas be cappin’
say that they trappin’ but that n~gga hustlin’ backwards
he try to run up on me, i hit a shot out the stick and i blow him backwards
i’m puttin’ a spank on a peezy, that mean if you up the road i’m tryna tax you
uh, uh, my mother ain’t know i grow up the devil
scars on my face, glock and a sword in my hand, i’m tryna step like a rebel
blood been drawn, no we ain’t callin’ it quits, we gon’ be steppin’ forever
loyalty real, that mean if you tryna spin, we gon’ be steppin’ together, b~tch, uh b~tch
just show me a rapper that’s better than savage
[?] k!ll my opponent and i had to smash him
he was with me and switched to get you n~ggas crashin’
still go meet the plug with the sticky in the pan
i was movin’ out of bounds had the sticky in my hand
and this sh~t for whoever but i want my man
but f~ck it i’m droppin’ ’cause he think i’m playin’
i’m not no regular rapper i’m really on go
for saying i’m scared i’m k!lling you slow
get over top leave smoke in his coat
n~gga grew up close left smoke in his holes
boostin’ the murder rate shootin’ like pros
snake out whoever don’t stick to the code
she diggin’ for d~ck she ain’t diggin’ for gold
that’s why i never put trust in these hoes
i ain’t givin’ her d~ck ’cause i don’t want her moan, you know i rather put d~ck in her throat
she gave me the head while i’m off the ‘trone, you know that sh~t was murder she wrote
i’m stirrin’ the pot in a burberry coat
i’m prayin’ to god that i don’t get smoked
but i don’t give a f~ck ’cause i’m clutchin’ this pole
deep in this sh~t i’ll sn~tch me a soul, b~tch, mob
[outro]
double r produced it


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