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em savage – rap rap lyrics

[intro]
(drum dunnie)
(dj swift on the track)
(mook got the keys jumpin’)

[verse]
ubber band it til the rollie come
post on the block n+gga whatchu want
n+ggas think i do this sh+t for fun
i’m trying get my people out the slums
can’t say you rich til ya homies rich
my life so crazy swear this sh+t legit
my life so crazy you should see my b+tch
my life so crazy pull up in them whips
h+llcat you hear it scratching
i put my foot on they necks i’m tired of rapping
n+ggas so tuff tony but they actors
yea i started from nothing don’t even ask it
ran me up a big bag for times i ain’t have it
back at bro crib we was ducking packs in the mattress
i was a school boy thinking to myself like what happen
guess my whole demеanor change when i touch me a ratchеt
and i don’t rap for clout
all them trenches babies knowing what i’m talking bout
i got my hitta to the right and he be walking down
i had to lay low from these b+tches cause they run them mouths
mhm mhm
back in them trenches
i was watching brodie load up a smifin
told me if n+ggas ain’t gon ride they a witness
most these n+ggas be b+tches
and you claiming thats ya bro but he snitching
he telling everything you stuck in the district
while he party wit b+tches
these n+ggas fake
i spit the truth and the pain thats in my face
she got a man and i’m bussing her face
jail call wit brodie i hope he beat his case
like a hero where my cape
n+ggas they really talk to ya honor
i hit it shawty said i’m the bomb just like osama
and ya b+tch she gon choose cause you be bringing me up
i d+ck her down she call me daddy while you hating my guts
i got flows out the ass
i give em gas
brodie he popping them xaning knowing they bad
told em stack this cake and by 20 we riding jags
they feeling me now and they know savage in his bag
label me goat
f+ck a knife
i put the gun to his throat
cl!ck boww cl!ck bow
and that’s all that she wrote
gotta thick bad b+tch she be doing the most
but that’s my baby and she wit me when i’m pushing the ghost
gucci be looking right wit my gucci
baby trying pop on a moly and gimme coochie
have her hitting high notes n+gga just like she lucci
and we off the henny petrone i’m feeling woozy
n+ggas had to nerve to tell me that i was losing
f+ck all the buzz cause all y’all b+tches still be choosing
it don’t matter who the people love and who you hanging wit
told my mom i’m too legit we gon be stupid rich

- em savage lyrics

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