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based savage - hd lyrics

[intro: cochise]
uh, uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, yeah

[verse 1: cochise]
rockstar sh+t, lil peep
pull up on his block, on his street
k.k.k. on my feet
young n+gga broke, he ain’t eatin’ in weeks
that boy eat in the street
right now, that boy havin’ a feast
yeah, bon appétit
cook up, mhm, chef boyardee
i try to [?], like a leaf
it’s a new year, but i’m makin’ it leap
i got the grip on the stick, like a wii
i got the gold on my neck, on my t++th
uh, shine, uh, i mean
uh, get blind, uh, for weeks
uh, for buyers, uh, for keeps
yeah, i’m tired, uh, yeah, ain’t no show, uh, yeah
in the sky, uh, yeah, yeah, let’s go, uh, yeah
get that rye, uh, yeah, get that dough, uh, yeah
leave ’em red, uh, yeah, like a [?], uh, yeah, yeah, uh

[verse 2: based savage]
poppin’ percocets, she’s tellin’ me to stop that sh+t
but i can’t stop that sh+t, perkies got me feelin’ lit
all relaxed and sh+t, tryna blow her back and sh+t
but i can’t love that b+tch, you know i had to dump that b+tch
doublin’ back [?]
f+cked that b+tch in her back and i’m breakin’ her bones
big ass gun put your ass in the ground
you are not my b+tch, stop hittin’ my phone
ayy, she suck on my d+ck, got me hard as a stone
psychedelics got me in the mind zone
i just want the money, just leave me alone
stop stealin’ my swag, lil’ n+gga, you a clone
ayy, we came up, now n+ggas be hatin’
hop out the wraith, how a n+gga be skatin’
look at my wrist, how a n+gga be bakin’
hittin’ that ho’, lil’ b+tch, i ain’t cakin’
want work, now i got your b+tch naked
run up, get fried like some bacon
shooter with dreads, he look like he haitian
based obama, how i’m running the nation
b+tches be burnt, my n+ggas be turnt
your pockets be hurt, ain’t nothin’ worse
your life is a curse
i’m feelin’ like kurt, no angle
broke lil’ n+ggas, f+ck up your ankles
switch up flow, i feel a lil’ uzi
set it off, i feel like lil boosie
she gave me that brain and threw me that coochie
i throw a lil’ money, she shakin’ her booty
i wearin’ all prada, she wearin’ all gucci
let the glock sing, just like it’s lucci
i gave her the soothing, i’m rockin’ the nudy
zone 6 n+gga, shout out young nudy
zone 6 n+gga, shout out young nudy
i’ve been slime so how could you fool me?
i walk in your trap like you already knew me
i work on her back on i ask for that coochie

[verse 3: cochise]
wait, wait, wait, wait girl, that’s my jam
beat a n+gga up, def jam
i be in her back, like a ram
ballin’ like kevin durant
i be in the club, like sams
how that boy gettin’ that money? i know that he broke
bro get he bread like under the boat
he got the [?], i ain’t talkin’ ’bout [?]
yeah, we gettin’ money, no float
that n+gga lame
all on twitter, he talk like he king
i never heard of these lil’ n+ggas, man
he the type to just walk in the rain
he said [?]
he got somethin’, lil’ boy, stop the train
i am posted up, like a crane
and that shorty, she lookin’ so pained
[?]
i’m ’bout to blow like a creeper
[?]
you cannot see, i’m john cena
[?: 2:10]

[outro]
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