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em savage - slat lyrics

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chorus

i got cash ,i got bags , i got racks b-tch

giving em swag b-tch

riding wit a mac b-tch

my lifestyle lavish

you don’t get no dap b-tch

you not my slat b-tch

i f-ck wit real hoes

we don’t do that lame sh-t

got swag for days b-tch

trying ride my wave (dip )

i pour that liq (sip)

slide on em no rip stick

40 wit a big clip

new pack delicious

(verse 1)

wait wait new pack delicious

new drip ridiculous

pull up his wing spilt

suck d-ck she lick lick

that ack i sip sip

them diamonds drip drip

you boys is b-tches

run up them bands gotta go to the bank

the sh-t that you talking i swear that’s it’s fake

my n-gg-s pull up they shoot at ya brain

we smoking on n-gg-s this sh-t ain’t a game

play with the gang and you know how we come

nino’s and ladders attached to the gun

whenever we pull up lil n-gg- you run

n-gg-s be f-ggets they rocking a bun

word to my momma was out in them trenches i dealt wit some fake friends on the road

found out they p-ssy them boys wasn’t rocking and n-gg-s they changed up for the glow

i know some n-gg-s who claim they be recking when shots got the fire them n-gg-s they froze

claim that you pressing the go

swear that these n-gg-s is p-ssy on bro (on bro)

i drip wit my slime

smoking on gas i’m high

can’t feel my eyes

shades on i need disguise

ziplock that’s in my ride

ya b-tch inside

call nas yeah that’s my guy

the feds they parked outside

cause they know that

(chorus 2 )

i got cash

i got bags

i got racks b-tch

giving em swag b-tch

riding wit a mac b-tch

my lifestyle lavish

you ont get no dap b-tch

you not my slat b-tch

i f-ck wit real hoes

we ont do that lame sh-t

got swag for days b-tch

trying ride my wave ( dip )

i pour that liq sip

slide on em no rip stick

40 wit a big clip

new pack delicious

(verse 2)

and n-gg- i came from the mud

had to go grind for this sh-t they ain’t give me no love

i’m dripping in fendi

see that i got me some bands now she wanna lick me

pulling her remy

bro in the back he gotta stay close to simmy

n-gg-s be fishy

buss on her face then get wit me

gotta get back on grizzy

i smoke me some gas and i’m dizzy

my boy off them pills he be trippy

my boy off them pills it be risky

cause i know if i spot em he get em

goyard bag

match my rafs

tell ya b-tch

throw it back

you got cash

where it’s at ?

you know me

i got bags

you my son

i’m yo dad

pull up foreign

in that jag

dripping fashions

wit my slats

my b-tch bad

and f-ck all the oppers they mad

tryin run and we hitting his back

f-ck a b-tch and she can’t get attached

turn around and just me the neck

swear that a young n-gg- blessed (yea)

me and gang bout to run up them checks (yea)x2

(chorus 3 )

i got cash

i got bags

i got racks b-tch

giving em swag b-tch

riding wit a mac b-tch

my lifestyle lavish

you ont get no dap b-tch

you not my slat b-tch

i f-ck wit real hoes

we ont do that lame sh-t

got swag for days b-tch

trying ride my wave (dip)

i pour that liq sip

slide on em no rip stick

40 wit a big clip

new pack delicious

- em savage lyrics

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