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lirik lagu savage - ap freestyle

[intro]
(gang sh~t no suburban b~tch)
(amna is a b~tch)

[verse 1: nickgurt]
(yeah) 1 mill a day im moving to hot you know i’m the king of this sh~t
got so rich, i’m spending 20k on all of my fits
both of them grew up in the burbs and talk about free tay~k
if you don’t stfu about it i’m gonna have to get my ak
slap yo b~tchass we ain’t playin’
y’all g~y that’s what we sayin’
don’t push me to the limits
let’s see who really tryna get it
the way i be predicting facts i’m feeling this astrology sh~t
cause i only say facts on tracks, getting co~signs like crazy, about time i cut off that b~tch
got them new cartier glasses with a rollie to match with my whip
none of you can ever relate cause you are living off those cerb cheques
i spend that sh~t within an hour while you work a 9~5 for a couple of bills (b~tch)
[verse 2: savage]
push me to the limits
wе in our bags, you get it?
dripped out i might drown in this ice
all thеse dm requests but imma still respond cause i’m nice
two twig b~tches in the doc
shordy be sucking my c~ck
they be b~tching bout sh~t cause they do nun but talk
they both ugly as sh~t godd~mn
abuse the makeup till there ain’t no makeup (no mo)
nose piercings sh~t got them looking like lil peep
they belong to the streets

verse 3: savage]
patrick think she f~ckin’ sl!ck (yeah)
joel shooting f~ckin’ bricks (still got a&p)
this is a diss track, not a song
i heard the streets is calling u f~ckin’ b~tch
switch up like a switch
cause that’s where you belong
all these merked up dudes be hitting u up even tho you’re ugly as sh~t (friendly fire)
i’m being fr when i say that, cause even joel won’t hit

b~tch got jammed in her head by a tranny
got a bad b~tch ~ run a battry
told that b~tch no cuz the streets was calling her home
child support got her begging me like im a god from rome
{verse 4: nickgurt]
yeah she’s a cap artist (no cap)
denying that she ain’t a rat (she is)
but she knows it facts ~ scared of the fact that ria ran her pockets (always)
keeps saying she slatt (but you know what i mean)
tearing up actin all innocent, ran for her life, she scared as a b~tch
me and the homies stay true to the facts we never switch
don’t push me to the limits
this tec 9 will go through your head

[verse 5: savage:]
yeah we got glocks, drums, 9s, the 40s, knives, we up in this b~tch
yeah i get the cash, i do it quick
50, 60, 70, hundred’s we up in this b~tch
yeah b~tch, we dumb rich
yeah these b~tches do dumb sh~t
shordy she nasty ~ she all on my d~ck
b~tches be ugly ~ they built like sticks
i got the sauce, nick got the beat
amna she ugly, pricitta is beat
say that sh~t on repeat
yeah i put you on straight heat
yeah ur playlist is all me
jam ur head that’s a body
all you do is say sorry
end of day in a rari
skrt skrt leave yo body
ur man’s name is kamari (that n~gga ugly)
(laugh)
too f~cking nice with this sh~t
yall stay capping while we rich
(you thought i was done ahlie?)
[verse 6: nickgurt]
ap’s on my, ain’t talking bout a and p cause they belong to the streets
tracks so fire where you get all em beats
sim be asking you for uber eats
fake to the group, you switch up fast
no smoke with the “ria clash”
both of them, you couldn’t take it anymore
cut the plug then regret it, what for?
merked up dudes are hitting you up, they gotta be blind
imma get them some cartier glasses, slap a b~tch he ain’t pay no mind
money~making, after that bag, no fraud
you on their shopping sprees, mom’s card
never in the dusty trap don;t be on the tay k talk
started crying when he said he finna block
now you toxic n sh~t that’s a shock

[verse 7: savage]
mad easily n sh~t for no reason
talkback, finna get a f~ckin’ beating
(p~ssy)
this diss track we own yall b~tches
yeah we came up from rags to riches (~money sound~)
joel got plenty of merked b~tches
samuel’s mom is sending me kisses (mad)
with joel, that’s a no~brainer
patrick wants him, but he doesn’t claim her
amtoj was mad bout the walks
this b~tch was busy kicking them rocks
both yall playas ~ don’t even talk
dissed ur asses, you can never come back
dragging a dead body ~ yeah please relax
sav and nick be counting these racks
u n yo bestie be getting smacked
b~tching on the internet with your bullsh~t talk
sit down you anorexic sh~t, can’t walk
what a stick, this b~tch is built like a mop
disstrack wack, they can’t even drop
hold up, hold up, let’s backtrack
writing apologies that’s all you can do (you suck at that)
running for your life, while we are in school
crying b~tch, don’t know what to do
jam ur head in, the second body that’s 2
just know your diss track is all~cap (cap)
ghosting, think you a celebrity is a wack (wack) (no cap)
saying you can beat me in a race n can’t run a lap (you slow)
both of you are toxic and weird (weird bro)
pricitta asked out joel, started blushing, but he ain’t care (love no thot)
both y’all flat as sh~t too, no taste in hb yutes
stay crying in ur room (b~tch) under a pillow, yeah that’s what you do
yeah watch us blow up (facts on tracks)
brampton driver you can’t even steer, hit a truck
off the chutney, yeah b~tch good luck
makeup got both of you acting up
no game, that’s tough luck
the other one, she’s calling people weird
look in the mirror b~tch (is that a beard?)
yeah you ugly b~tches, stay capping in ur sh~t tracks
we are rappin’ no rap cap
n we be trappin’ no backstab
all slatt, but both yall flat

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