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otm - save yourself lyrics

[intro: duffy]
sh+t, n+gga
gotta keep a blower, can you blame me, n+gga?
(ayy, go ‘head, iiinfinite)

[chorus: duffy]
trust issues, n+ggas be fugazy
sh+t, gotta keep a blower, can you blame me?
got it off the mussle, n+ggas mad this sh+t crazy
big bag, b+tch bad, n+ggas hate me
sh+t, ten toes, ain’t no maybe
my n+ggas all janky, they’ll shoot a n+gga baby
i got semi automatics in the whip, don’t try to race me
save yourself, bro, ’cause can’t no n+gga save me

[verse 1: duffy]
i’m a lil’ n+gga, flexin’ like a bodybuilder
watch me dribble up, i got the bl!ckie, i’ll do it to him
i do what i wanna do, sit back and watch me do it
n+ggas dissin’ us, but that sh+t don’t be nothin’ to me
n+ggas hate me for it, i just keep it real
we do this for the ruler, f+ck how any n+gga feel
young hungry n+ggas, had to go get in the field
n+ggas got they hands out and n+ggas never shared a meal
like what you want for your gang?
talkin’ 2023, them old stories gettin’ lame
kicked the door down, subzero, liu kang
off the mussle, they for sure gon’ put us in the hall of fame, n+gga
sh+t, n+gga better get low
flu flammin’, who’s that creepin’ through the window?
n+ggas broke, just another opp for me to sh+t on
my neck a snowglobe, wrong move, i might k!ll somethin’, ugh
[chorus: duffy]
trust issues, n+ggas be fugazy
sh+t, gotta keep a blower, can you blame me?
got it off the mussle, n+ggas mad this sh+t crazy
big bag, b+tch bad, n+ggas hate me
sh+t, ten toes, ain’t no maybe
my n+ggas all janky, they’ll shoot a n+gga baby
i got semi automatics in the whip, don’t try to race me
save yourself, bro, ’cause can’t no n+gga save me

[verse 2: blue pesos]
make sure you keep that back door closed, n+ggas janky
i’ll set this b+tch in flames ‘fore a n+gga try and play me
shanay or long john the only ones that could save me
cosigned by the don, labeled me one of the greatest
a force to be reckoned with, p can’t be stopped
it’s time to get my hands dirty, ayy, duff, grab the mop
we make this sh+t look good, give otm our props
he ain’t gon’ never bust that blower, might as well be a prop (sh+t)
bands and drums when it’s time to ride
four of wock’ in the cup just to compliment this glock
hundun in the chop, now he in eternal shock
these n+ggas off too many drugs, that’s the reason why they lost
please don’t compare me to these bums, i’m a boss
i’m a different type of breed, i’m the one who call shots
f+ck the fake animosity, let’s slide on the opps
like, n+gga, please don’t compare me to these bums, i’m a boss, ugh
[chorus: duffy]
trust issues, n+ggas be fugazy
sh+t, gotta keep a blower, can you blame me?
got it off the mussle, n+ggas mad this sh+t crazy
big bag, b+tch bad, n+ggas hate me
sh+t, ten toes, ain’t no maybe
my n+ggas all janky, they’ll shoot a n+gga baby
i got semi automatics in the whip, don’t try to race me
save yourself, bro, ’cause can’t no n+gga save me

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