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lotto savage - whoa lyrics

[hook]
150, door, woah
glock 30s, extendos
this n-gga rapping n-gga, they don’t want no smoke
catch em down bad through the peacoat
150, door, woah
glock 30s, extendos
this n-gga rapping n-gga, they don’t want no smoke
catch em down bad, through the peacoat

[verse 1: lil harold]
i don’t really think these n-ggas want smoke
catch em down bad, shoot him through the peacoat
all my n-ggas savages, yeah we smashing
catch em down bad , shoot ’em up in traffic
i ask about you in the streets and they ain’t heard of you
you say you run the city, why i never heard of you?
keep a couple young n-ggas quick to come and murder you
pull up to your spot air it out i’m with that murder too
100 rounds drum on that stick, and is nasty
21 gang, b-tch all my n-ggas spazzing
all my n-ggas smashing so miss me with that f-ck sh-t
30 round clip on that 40 better duck b-tch

[verse 2: 21 savage]
rapping -ss n-gga, capping -ss n-gga
21 savage, i’m a clapping -ss n-gga
carbon 15, with the nuts b-tch
pull up, roll the window down, you better duck b-tch
talking beef sh-t, n-gga i eat sh-t
slaughter gang pull up on you then we sweep sh-t
ice cube, cut the lights off some creep sh-t
rapping -ss n-gga, you ain’t got no t–th b-tch
i bet these n-ggas know we popping
b-tch p-ssy stank, the hoe smell like tilapia
i run around with the stick cause these p-ssy n-ggas hang
i f-cked your sister n-gga, he don’t need get no straightening

- lotto savage lyrics

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