brattybitchez - savage lyrics
[chorus]
i’m a f-cking savage, i don’t play wit’ you hoes (ya)
all my b-tches bad, i’m going out with my woes (ya)
all you b-tches is some peasants, better stick to your role (ya)
don’t be mad cause your n-ggas they be calling my phone (ya, ya)
i’m a f-cking savage, i don’t play wit’ you hoes (ya)
all my b-tches bad, i’m going out with my woes (ya)
all you b-tches is some peasants, better stick to your role (ya)
don’t be mad cause your n-ggas they be calling my phone (ya, ya)
[verse 1]
b-tch, you know mean gang on some k!ller sh-t
we be hitting l!cks and we do it for the thrill of it
i’m a heartless b-tch with no remorse, not a little bit
riding round in rentals blowing gas, b-tch i’m h-lla lit
you was never getting in my guts, b-tch i’m celibate
b-tch i got a whole f-cking movement in development
all these b-tches mad cause ali stay relevant
i wanna be the first female president
b-tch i’m so elegant
bad b-tch – it’s evident
i got dudes making moves from here to connecticut
when i spit this sh-t i really be up in my element
i’m a real student, b-tch i’m pretty and intelligent
yeah i’m so conceded i be feeling f-cking c-cky
[?] the world so you hoes cannot f-cking stop me
big body b-tches always looking f-cking sloppy
only rock with bad b-tches we the pretty posse
[chorus]
i’m a f-cking savage, i don’t play wit’ you hoes (ya)
all my b-tches bad, i’m going out with my woes (ya)
all you b-tches is some peasants, better stick to your role (ya)
don’t be mad cause your n-ggas they be calling my phone (ya, ya)
i’m a f-cking savage, i don’t play wit’ you hoes (ya)
all my b-tches bad, i’m going out with my woes (ya)
all you b-tches is some peasants, better stick to your role (ya)
don’t be mad cause your n-ggas they be calling my phone (ya, ya)
[verse 2]
i don’t give a f-ck, b-tch, i will really get buck
do you wanna get clapped? do you wanna get touched?
i think that this n-gga mad that he ain’t get his d-ck sucked
all i did was use him for his liquor and his big nuts
you was [?] you was steady tryna press me
now you wanna cut up on my line, don’t f-cking test me
if you tryna rock then b-tch get ready for this leftie
yeah i got a chopper waiting for you b-tches – hefty
b-tch i’m in miami getting litty on a jet ski
he crying in the slums asking why the f-ck she left me
broke his heart in pieces, b-tch i’m really f-cking deadly
never throw shade b-tch, always come directly (what’s popping?)
it’s quite clear that you b-tches is inspired
if she say my sh-t ain’t fire then that b-tch a f-cking liar
i can tell she wanna be me cause she copy my attire
b-tch your boyfriend on my body, he suck me like pacifier (ooh!)
[chorus]
i’m a f-cking savage, i don’t play wit’ you hoes (ya)
all my b-tches bad, i’m going out with my woes (ya)
all you b-tches is some peasants, better stick to your role (ya)
don’t be mad cause your n-ggas they be calling my phone (ya, ya)
i’m a f-cking savage, i don’t play wit’ you hoes (ya)
all my b-tches bad, i’m going out with my woes (ya)
all you b-tches is some peasants, better stick to your role (ya)
don’t be mad cause your n-ggas they be calling my phone (ya, ya)
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