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no savage - oh well lyrics

[intro]
yeah, top ten, 1600 work
on the block, ain’t even got no deal

[chorus: lil uzi vert]
everything on me designer, including my belt
check is gon’ hit, i need more than a zelle
swoop give me head, yeah she must went to yale
hit from the back yeah the b+tch gon’ yell
stackin’ the bread all the way till’ it’s stale
strong in the trap know a n+gga ain’t frail
i never trust none them packs in mail

[verse: lil uzi vert]
stacking the rackies up, i ain’t no snail
i feel like a creep cause i’m feeling myself
stacking the racks and that’s just for a bail
feel like just onе day these n+ggas gon’ tell
i’m in thе gym and i’m up in my health
i’m drinking ginger, i can’t take a l
n+ggas they p+ssy like they ain’t even male
oh well, oh well, oh well
oh well, oh well, oh well
oh well, oh well, oh well

[chorus]
everything on me designer, including my belt
check is gon’ hit, i need more than a zelle
swoop give me head, yeah she must went to yale
hit from the back yeah the b+tch gon’ yell
stackin’ the bread all the way till’ it’s stale
strong in the trap know a n+gga ain’t frail
i never trust none them packs in mail
[verse: lil uzi vert]
my n+ggas movin’ them bird, and if that ship sink
better not panic
my n+ggas movin’ them birds, the same ones that not in top ten
i know i’m industry vert, but i fell in love with the work
rockstar life in reverse, ask yo lil’ b+tch i got 50 round burst
she hold my sh+t in her purse, i hold my d+ck off a perc
b+tch get f+cked in the trap, this b+tch too freaked out lift up her skirt

[verse: no savage]
oh well
i want him to catch every shot, odell
sh+t come in the tractor trailer, f+ck the mail
can’t pay me through cashapp, send it through zelle
yeah, yeah, i’m f+ckin’ with uzi and sliding that vert
rob me, i’ma pay what i weigh for your dirt
if you scared as sh+t, n+gga go to a church
d.c., i’m fly as sh+t wearing all black
fn hit him in the head, he a big mac
n+ggas around me got cooked for the get back
bro copped him a rolex, he coppin’ the ten pack
yeah, try, uh, bet you gon’ die
try, spinnin’ that fire, why?
uh, i knocked his out of line, yeah
i keep a 40, no 9
uh, i’m tryin’ tell her i’m trying
uh, yeah, everything on me designer
even my hat and my belt, yeah
we got a whole lotta work
yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
i’ll take his b+tchass left, call me the crash bandit

- no savage lyrics

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