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blacc zacc - save dat lyrics

[intro]
yeah, you better stay somewhere where it’s safe at, yeah, yeah, yeah
walk inside the spot like, “where the safe at?”
yeah, yeah, neeko, you made that motherf-ckin’ beat?
i’m a million dollar n-gg- gettin’ paid that
imixnation for real

[chorus]
yeah, you better stay somewhere where it’s safe at (where it’s safe at)
walk inside the spot like, “where the safe at?” (ayy, where that safe at?)
all that poppin’ on the ‘gram, you can save that (you can save that)
if you lookin’ for me, b-tch, i’m where your bae at (i’m where your bae, yeah)
vvs’s on me, i know they hate that (i know they hate that)
i don’t want the p-ssy, where the face at? (b-tch, where that face at?)
i’m a million dollar n-gg-, can you make that? (ayy, can you make that?)
my b-tch -ss so fat, i asked her where her waist at (where your waist? yeah)

[verse 1]
codeine in my cup, you can taste that (you can taste that)
i got two m’s like a maybach (like a maybach)
your b-tch a freak, she gave me head up in my maybach (inside my maybach)
she eat that d-ck and clean it up just like a maid check (woah)
talkin’ all that sh-t done got your mans whacked (got your mans whacked)
n-gg-, i don’t wanna talk, b-tch, where them bands at? (b-tch, where them bands at?)
ayy, you say that you the hottest, where your fans at (where your fans at?)
i ain’t no rapper, b-tch, my plug just sent a care pack (just sent a care, ooh), yeah
i can move them pounds like a dumbbell (like a dumbbell)
‘member when i got caught up f-ckin’ with that mail (f-ckin’ with that mail)
it been ten years the last time i had to use a scale (use a scale)
he got them bales, i’m at his door just like a doorbell (brrt, brrt)

[verse 2]
hit it from the back, where your waist at? (where your waist at?)
d-mn, that -ss so fat, i can’t take that (i can’t take that)
i heard you got that gas, where them bags at (ayy, where them bags at?)
i feel just like diddy, i might take that (take that, take that), yeah
you just got finessed, n-gg-, give me that (n-gg-, give me that), yeah
pistol to your head like a fitted cap (like a fitted cap)
you better stay up in the booth ’cause i run the trap (b-tch, i run the trap)
they know big blacc, he the truth, i don’t need no vouch for that (i don’t need no vouch for, yeah)
got a chinese b-tch, look like sue, yeah (look like sue, yeah)
she eat that chopstick ’til that d-ck c-m (’til that d-ck c-m)
got a j-panese b-tch, she taste like wonton (she taste like wonton soup)
i’ma chop her like hibachi, b-tch, you better not run (b-tch, you better not move)

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