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lamorne morris - 33 savage lyrics

[intro: 33 savage]
yeah
33 savage
the morning after pill
little brother’s shirt ent

[hook: 33 savage]
two fat b-tches in a mansion
xl jeans but the waist still expanding
said her -ss wasn’t hungry so she ate a box of plan b’s
bought her -ss a thong but she stretched it to some grannies

[verse 1: 33 savage]
i can do my abc’s, watch me count to three
this ain’t 21 b-tch, this 33
your b-tch talkin’ sh-t and she really hurt my feelings
i cried so hard like i was onion peeling
smoking on that dope and a n-gga losing hope
shirt so tight it’ll make a n-gga choke
a n-gga pulling hoes in the back seat of a honda
one ho, two ho, watch me say my numbers
one, two, three, four, five, six, (murmering), one hundred!
pull up on you, tie your daughter up, tell that b-tch teach me how to read
smokin’ on that gas for real, i couldn’t find my weed
this ain’t 21 b-tch, this 33
i could do a magic trick, i bet you wanna see
oops i stole your nose, now you can’t tell i farted
it had some liquid in it so you know i sharted
i got hit with the chopper and a n-gga got shook
had to take a break and go do my coloring book
i like all the colors in the crayon box
then i m-st-rbated in your gucci flip flops
i pull my pants all the way down when i gotta pee
this ain’t 21 b-tch, this 33

[verse 2: young yachty vert]
i been nice for all my life
ice on my neck costs three times five
first i was three, then four, then five
i remember back one time when i was five
i went to the store to play nintendo 64
now i’m all grown and my house got sixty floors
just did a show and spent a check on a llama
now i f-ck b-tches what remind me of my mama
this on my wrist cost seven times three
that’s 21 but i’m with 33

[verse 3: 33 savage]
tried to stunt on my ex but she went to gary’s house
when i went to his house he had his w-lly in her mouth
man that really really really really hurt my feelings
so i went to my honda to m-st-rbate some more
asking me my age, what’s with all the questions ho?
let me see, i think i’m this many years old
smoking broccoli for real, couldn’t find my weed
this ain’t 21 b-tch, this 33
i can say my abc’s, watch me count to three
this ain’t 21 b-tch, this 33
i got 33 n-ggas wearing little brother shirts
with the matching choker necklace with the matching miniskirts
then i took your b-tch to the movies
and i paid for everything, then she left and f-cked my friend
then i took her on a date again
bought the whole bar
then she f-cked a stranger in my car
i guess a n-gga had to learn a lesson
third time a charm, tatted her face up on my arm
i live in a 12 car garage (for real)
i sleep in a 12 car garage (n-gga i’m homeless)
33, why you so hard? (it’s that v–gr-)
why is this math so hard? (do my numbers)
man savage, you know i never heard your mixtape
yeah f-ck all that, ask my b-tch how your d-ck tastes
wait, no that’s not what i had meant to had said
hold up, hold up

[hook]
two fat b-tches in a mansion
xl jeans but the waist still expanding
said her -ss wasn’t hungry so she ate a box of plan b’s
bought her -ss a thong but she stretched it to some grannies
33, 33

- lamorne morris lyrics

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