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september savior - elevator lyrics

[intro: september savior]
look (uzi)

[verse 1: september savior]
i been tryna hit you up but you just make it difficult
you p-ss me off when i’m in love
i want you girl, don’t wanna hit and run
don’t wanna do you wrong, i wanna get put on
wanna kiss you, girl, i’m on a mission, girl
all the conversations we have are different though
conversatin’ all the time, f-ckin’ hit me up
all the conversations, you still ain’t listen though
i remember the first time that you hit me up
now i’m regrettin’ all the times that i hit respond
feel like i’m stuck, trapped inside of a wishing well
without no wishes though

[verse 2: tenet]
wit’ all these b-tches though, hol’ up
f-ckin’ on a hot thot, we burnin’ like a hot rock
stop, drop, roll on all these n-ggas like a fan
spin on all these b-tches like it’s a ceiling, understand, huh
f-ck that sh-t, huh, put me in my place
give it to me, usually go right through [?] a’s in that cl-ssroom and
tell me you love me, all i run up is cake, baby
let’s turn back those mistakes, i forgot it since that day, huh

[verse 3: addivt]
ayy, i can’t sleep, i can’t drink
i can’t eat, i can’t think
f-ck yo’ b-tch in my sleep
f-ck yo’ b-tch in my dream
pull up on my block and i’ll pull up with my c-ck
i just f-cked yo’ b-tch for lyin’
i just f-cked on yo’ thot

[verse 4: svrite]
i told my shawty to give me the shotty, oh, run me the fade
i got a d-ck on yo’ face
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a d-ck, i’m talkin’ ’bout a k
told her, “man’s not hot”
i be sippin’ on wok’
f-ck ya b-tch in no socks, she can’t talk
leave you in a headlock
slide it in, redbox, ayy

[verse 5: september savior]
why they do this?
yeah, yeah, why they do this?
’cause, i know, my music slappin’ harder than a dad that is abusive
but i thought y’all done knew this, i’m a nuisance
gettin’ money, that’s the plan, read the blueprint
b-tch, i’m hotter than microwave bowl
love them chicken-flavored ramen noodles, oh no
it’s mr. uh, take yo’ b-tch and uh, b-tch, i mix it up
and i cuss a lot, mr. slap a thot if she actin’ up

- september savior lyrics

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