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d. savage - really think about it lyrics

[intro]
zaysk!llz
am i in the (what)?
whatever you wanna call it, organized crime
i’m in the waste management business
everyone immediately assumes you’re mobbed up

[chorus: d. savage]
when i really think about it (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
you never cared for me, or came to see if i’m good
everybody on my wallet (ya, ya, ya)
i’ma take care of the squad, and it ain’t no doubt about it
i caught that sh+t on the cycle (eh)
i put your b+tch how to ass and face down
b+tch, i’m the king, where the f+ck is my crown?
callin’ [?] george, tryna smoke out the pound
whole lotta hoes runnin’ all around
whole lotta boats gettin’ sent out (hey)
[verse 1: d. savage]
b+tch, i’m outside, like who wanna play?
ride around town, i can serve all day
two+tone definately gon’ snort on ye
i spend that band, i don’t need no masi
squad on my guard, don’t tell n0body
drop that low, i shoot up the party
i’m walkin’ ’em down, i’ll hit on my target
i stay to myself, don’t need anybody
bangin’ on the [?], i like it on [?]
[?] baby, i’m gonna take care of
my diamonds so cold, i’m changin’ my wallet

[chorus: d. savage]
when i really think about it (mafia musik, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
you never cared for me, or came to see if i’m good
everybody on my wallet (ya, ya, ya)
i’ma take care of the squad, and it ain’t no doubt about it
i caught that sh+t on the cycle (eh)
i put your b+tch how to ass and face down
b+tch, i’m the king, where the f+ck is my crown?
callin’ [?] george, tryna smoke out the pound
whole lotta hoes runnin’ all around
whole lotta boats gettin’ sent out

[verse 2: mack been brackin]
all of this money stackin’ up, it got me excited
i’m duckin’ and dodgin’ indictments
n+ggas be talkin’ but frightened
stop wit’ them choppas, they’d think you was isis
n+ggas be thinkin’ it’s sweet
sendin’ they dutch ’til i send ’em wit’ crisis
they said, i won’t be
them n+ggas is sweet, we know the n+ggas the nicest
we were the sh+t, yeah
drummin’ the glock wit’ the switch, yeah
it’s more than the top in this b+tch, yeah
let that b+tch pop ’til it cl!ck, yeah
still pull the skits, yeah
wet a n+gga up, livin’ [?] sticks
set a n+gga up, if he snitch, yeah
if you play a n+gga, wait in the trench, yeah
[chorus: d. savage]
when i really think about it (mafia musik, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
you never cared for me, or came to see if i’m good
everybody on my wallet (ya, ya, ya)
i’ma take care of the squad, and it ain’t no doubt about it
i caught that sh+t on the cycle (eh)
i put your b+tch how to ass and face down
b+tch, i’m the king, where the f+ck is my crown?
callin’ [?] george, tryna smoke out the pound
whole lotta hoes runnin’ all around
whole lotta boats gettin’ sent out (hey, uh)

[verse 3]
b+tch we outside, like it’s nuttin’ day
i got the a+r and twin the drac’
i tank [?], watch what you say
i feed the whole team, i don’t need a plate
bring me some herbs, i don’t want no wock
didn’t listen to me, them n+ggas go pop
pour up some trench[?], pour up some wock
money so old, i’m holdin’ it hostage
f+ck that fake glove, i don’t need no buddy
run up on me, and i’m droppin’ your body
these n+ggas talk p+ssy, that n+gga some stock[?]
pulled up in the deuce, but we still got it poppin’
get rich or die tryin’, ain’t no other options

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