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21 savage – thug life lyrics

scr-pe the corner
buy a rover
crack inside my grandmas sofa

sunday, family coming over
move the crack behind the toaster
carry pistols with no holsters
trying not to be a poster
you was listening to your coaches
i was listening to the vultures
and i slept with rats and roaches
that’s why i don’t smoke no roaches
n-gg-s tryna knock my focus
wonder why i’m sick of potion
we happy, dog but we ain’t jokers
big bullets, we ain’t poking
in that p-ssy, slow motion
n-gg- ain’t none of my songs wrote

i’m thinking to myself you ain’t gang, n-gg-, f-ck you
feel like 2pac, thug life, n-gg-, f-ck you
if he had the p-ssword to your phone he wouldn’t have cuffed you
dog -ss b-tch, i knew i never should’ve trusted you

hoe stab a n-gg- in the back like the streets do
can’t believe that you betrayed me, i used to sleep with you
n-gg-s quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through
gang, gang, screaming “f-ck you, they want to eat you”
my son got asthma, grandma having spasms
f-ck the chatter, he gon’ tattle, put ’em on the platter
snakes plotting on my downfall like i’m hearing rattle
(that f-ck n-gg- gone flop man
21 ain’t even no real n-gg-, f-ck that n-gg-)
we sticking to the g code, n-gg- we ain’t beefin’ over freak ho’s
i hit her on the d low, yeah she like my steelo
that n-gg- think that he a bullet, don’t like credit, deebow
30-round hangin’ out the big glock
n-gg-, no six shots, shootin’ ’til the clip stops
you a lil’ cat, i’m a big dog
n-gg-, when we pullin’ up the stick’s out
too much money got ’em p-ssed off
n-gg-, i’ma pull up at yo b-tch house
f-ck a n-gg-s b-tch to get a kick out it
n-gg- pop percs, ‘gone get a kick out it
drinking on syrup with my d-ck out
glock-17 with the d-ck out

whatchu want, ho, i got whatchu want, ho
whatchu want, ho, i got whatchu want, ho
whatchu want, ho, i got whatchu want, ho
whatchu want, ho, i got whatchu want, ho

i’mma tint, presidential, like i’m trump though
secret service shooters, leave ’em n-gg-s slumped, dawg
denzel, i get surgical with this pump, dawg
busting down, breaking down, then i put it in a blunt, dawg
made a mess now, i got 21 washed out
in my face, teetee and taytay in the same count
i was down, bad and now i’m shining like a lamp
you put a ring on her, she ain’t nothing but a tramp
the kicked me outta middle school and sent me to the house
we ’bout that gunplay, n-gg-, motherf-ck ‘yo count
19, i bought a cutl-ss, four 12’s and an amp
beating down glenwood, n-gg-, feeling like a champ
n-gg-, we ain’t takin’ no deals
lil n-gg- we ain’t snitchin’, we ain’t making no sound
used to jump n-gg-s, now we jumping in a crowd
used to make my mama cry, but now i make her proud
i remember rainy days but now she like the sound

- 21 savage lyrics

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