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thegods - #freemattgaetz lyrics

[intro: white savage]
yo, i literally haven’t been sober since election day
it’s been a two month bender
but i thought i’d hop in here and give you boys something
listen
ah
yo

[verse 1: white savage]
i’ll throw a heater high and tight to back you off the box
this chain is made of platinum but i’m flooding it with rocks
i can’t explain these rhymes that this mind of mine concocts
i’ll drop 73 like i’m luka in atlanta
then i’ll hit a homer and flip my bat like i’m big papi in tampa
it’ll spark the beef
just make sure your goonies listen to the chief
all these libs are b+tthurt
but i’m riding with my man butker
i get the media writing speedy as lightning
they keep saying i’m frightening
i’m making you boys look silly
back in my hood screaming north philly
gon’ make my day+ones a billi
taking matt gaetz to max’s steaks
we know the stakes are at a max
we wanna go somewhere where the drug laws are lax
so we can blow our racks and not leave any tracks
if i get into trouble, i’m calling patty
when i get invited to the white house, i’m bringing a baddie
cause donnie knows i’m that laddie
just my mere presence should inspire you with awe
this ice in my veins will never ever thaw
i might do you like panther and smoke you in the jaw
yuugh
[interlude: white panther]
that’s a true story
savage told me i gotta perform this one
so that’s what i’m gonna do
it’s all i know how to do
mm
uh
look

[verse 2: white panther]
this cayman i’m in is whipping me ‘round the cayman islands
i came in violent, they gave me a k, okay man, i’m in
independent paper vibin’, we on major timin’
i’d wager diamonds my age old rhymin’ will change the climate
five in the bag, but the molly got me more gone
i’m wiling off the opioids, call me an oxymoron
these pitches want the ring, but they’re scared to get their war on
that’s why i’m spitting flames hotter than the eye of sauron
you’re on a date with a girl who couldn’t pay me to holler
my shooter turned into dame when i gave him a dollar
you can’t bribe me with something that i stay with a lotta
suped up the chevy, so you know you can’t tame the impala
getting black out at happy hour from four to six
the secret pouch is never running out, there’s plenty more to sniff
still playing with us, consider this your final warning, pitch
i will wail on you in your vineyard vines quarter zip
you can either back up that tough talk or quit it
i’m at the rittenhouse with kyle, we’re talking acquitted
you’re the type to check the tag for the bargain you’re gettin’
i never know the price, i like it, i walk in and get it
my right wrist cost your whole closet
i’m whipping coke in foamposites with a broken faucet
savage and panther on the linkup, you know we floss it
buy the briefcase from hugo boss but don’t emboss it
look, my next move is straight out of a horror movie
bring all your goonies in cars to see how far they’ll move me
if they slaughter me for my bars, i’m a martyr truly
there’s no harder group in the game, our aura’s moody
throat punch 3, we infamous like mobb deep
can’t stop me, my glock seek where the ops be
the trucker hat’s von dutch, the à cheval’s van cleef
mets game, i might start a brawl in the box suite
[outro: white panther]
whoo
nice to have the next few days off
i had a soft hold in my calendar
just in case we had to run it back, but
we’re good
big things ahead
tp3 coming soon
it’s the gods, pitch

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