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big pete and lil savage - mortal kombat lyrics

[verse 1: lil savage] hating -ss n-ggas i feel like they after me avoiding evil but still tryna capture me still got the chopper and mac in the back of me you running the game i’m like actually teaching you kids like the staff and the faculty tryna charge me i leave them dead as a battery b-tch i’m your king watch me live like your majesty i swear my whole life a catostrophy swear that i’m crazy swear that i’m stupid youngest up in it but the best to do it n-gga try he’ll be pushing up tulips ask that i’m guilty might be like gucci making these hits like i play for the bruins i’m turning i’m swerving tryna make these maneuvers clip bout as long as a ruler gotta black gat in the backpack n-ggas know i’m getting mad stacks getting mad racks show me where the cash at gotta have that make em look like a black cat wait scratch that love smoking weed i ain’t gotta p-ss that run up in yo house show me where them racks at c0ke pills weed bills ima grab that all these hoes get exposed courtesy of snap chat look all of my n-ggas bring mack’s in this b-tch n-ggas like me must be savage as sh-t running the game but don’t practice for sh-t shawty flip em like a mattress and sh-t moving this weight like we been in the gym seen you with 12 you be snitching with them balling and sh-t ain’t no missing the rim these rappers my dinner i’m finished with them. [verse 2:big pete] came out the grave with a mask and a blade with a big -ss blunt sitting in the ashtray taking yo b-tch then we chill in my cave she popping a pill like she chill in a rave spitting that venom got blood of a snake she just a feen that got drugs in her veins yo b-tch opened her mouth and she got a taste life of a pimp fiji and lean is all that i sip youngin gotta bring the hood in this sh-t you found in the woods under sticks this is just nonsense shout out to dark gang and all of them prophets my victory flawless lyrically flawless got yo b-tch on my d-ck and she brawless if you enter the studio you better have caution i’m tryna elevate they wanna beat me down like solange, sh-t but i ray rice them leave them all lifeless spitting that viscous till the mic slit , ight sh-t all of these rappers spitting that light sh-t and i’m spitting that dope flow with mad adlibs like quasimodo from them slums with the feens with snow nose moms ghetto fabulous like loso and i’m finna run the whole globe till my backyard look like a boat show raulph hoodie i don’t rock polos swagging making these rappers look soso cuz i’m leaving this legacy tremendous tendencies sounds of houston,miami,tennessee never stand next to me i am special breed 3 j-panese hoes minajing that is a pedigree hunt you pick your he-rs- on helmsley on elm street spine bust freddy to next week slash,burn compet-tion on the next beat

- big pete and lil savage lyrics

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