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no savage - stop slandering my name lyrics

[intro]
aye jourdan
[?]
this how a n+gga be feelin’ for real
you know every time i say i’m in my feelin’s i’m on some gangster sh+t
aye cam, turn me up
and every n+gga with me thuggin’ too n+gga
f+ck you talkin’ ’bout? free the gang
matter fact, free the mob
we’ll step on your mob too n+gga (uh, uh, mob)
[chorus]
i woke up today tryin’ hunt for some money
he coppin’ on d+ck so i served him a dummy
my whole d+mn life i was thuggin’ in the jungle
and you can’t name a n+gga that took somethin’ from me
only thing n+ggas took is a shot out this glock
when i step in the kitchen the pack get rerocked
we ain’t totin’ no standard it’s drums in the trap
big scope on thе m4 hit him from afar
make my young n+ggas slide then thе block gettin’ f+cked up
if everybody get away n+ggas just lucked up
it’s a deuce of that wock’ in my motherf+ckin’ cup
when i don’t drink syrup i be catchin’ the bubble guts
we park in and hop in and walk in through any cut
[?] switch on the stick make him think it’s a minigun
i don’t rap about b+tches ’cause i done hit plenty of ’em
and that n+gga on d+ck so i guess he my son

[verse]
put my glock on whoever i don’t care if he young
i can shoot from the three like my name nick young
smokin’ baseball bats and i slide for fun
that’s just a short way to say that i slime for fun
if i see someone reachin’ then i’m shootin’ at anyone
when you get where i’m at you don’t know how the enemy come
[?] get done
all i need my stick and my b+tch to go one+on+one
i’m geekin’ to slide, i’m leanin’ my seat back
i slid, and i ain’t gon’ lie n+ggas hit back
but we got the drac’s so we doublin’ back
i bet when we comeback a n+gga get shot
it be b+tch+ass people playin’ both sides
it’s cool, but they gettin’ left in between
i don’t sit at no lights i don’t stop at no stop signs
’cause a n+gga might see me and leave me
had to figure my life out
b+tch got the f+ck i was tired and i took a night out
don’t think i’m the one that will fight it out
he make a move while i’m tight and i’ll whip the b+tch right out
and i bet you a n+gga ain’t livin’ now
we the young n+ggas who steppin’ and do all the k!llin’s now
we lettin’ that murder game down
drac’ blew his ass out the water he was dead ‘fore he hit the ground
[chorus]
i woke up today tryin’ hunt for some money
he coppin’ on d+ck so i served him a dummy
my whole d+mn life i was thuggin’ in the jungle
and you can’t name a n+gga that took somethin’ from me
only thing n+ggas took is a shot out this glock
when i step in the kitchen the pack get rerocked
we ain’t totin’ no standard it’s drums in the trap
big scope on the m4 hit him from afar
make my young n+ggas slide then the block gettin’ f+cked up
if everybody get away n+ggas just lucked up
it’s a deuce of that wock’ in my motherf+ckin’ cup
when i don’t drink syrup i be catchin’ the bubble guts
we park in and hop in and walk in through any cut
[?] switch on the stick make him think it’s a minigun
i don’t rap about b+tches ’cause i done hit plenty of ’em
and that n+gga on d+ck so i guess he my son

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