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tre savage - fyn lyrics

[intro: youngboy never broke again]
i ain’t tryna play wit’ no n+gga, and make sure you cut that too, everything
[?]

[verse 1: tre savage]
i learn to eyeball for watchin’ the way my mama cook
hopin’ i look over my shoulder for writin’ this hook
cousin got ? not able to cook
i’m shootin’ at this bad b+tch, a headset and a book
go for a 5 with a gin i’m protected at home
mama don’t know what’s in my head that’s leading me wrong
full medication that perc, that lean got me gone
another person ain’t go home, just another day wrong
light up the blunt in front the window
no jocin’ in a minute
my daughter steady changing moods while reversing the bently
that’s just a dream that i had, when i’m counting these pennies
hopin’ my dreams reach the stars, (?)
but f+ck it send that n+gga lo’ and let’s get it to crackin’
he duck these b+tches, he official that comin’ from savage
i know she ratchet, that dirty b+tch set up her daddy
follow the leader until them b+tches inside a casket
i hope they never see yo brother his life on the line
them n+ggas dissin’ who be rappin’ that spittin’ them lies
them n+ggas k!ll, i do no whackin’, i just sit aside
b+tch i’m a boss, this is no actin (?)
shooting dice, playing with his life for to gamble his mind
i ain’t had no food inside the house, so they hand me a nine
i only (?)
i’m smokin’ dope, smoke so thick shakin in ridin’
[chorus: tre savage]
f+ck you n+gga (f+ck you n+gga)
i only sh+t inside this world
sell my money and my diamonds, and my daughter
f+ck you n+gga (f+ck you n+gga)
and i don’t f+ck with em’, them n+ggas hoes and they b+tches i don’t trust n+ggas
f+ck you n+gga (f+ck you n+gga)
i only sh+t inside this world
sell my money and my diamonds, and my daughter
f+ck you n+gga (f+ck you n+gga)
and i don’t f+ck wit ya’, them n+ggas b+tches and they hoes i don’t trust n+ggas

[verse 2: youngboy never broke again]
pop from out that ride and put that glock between his eyes
i know my mother f+ck ya’ mind
i been a savage since a child
look i’m a creature, i’m bout beefin’ if you wanna slang some iron
i do lil dirty thirty, thirty out the window front your mind
droppin’ on these, n+gga wouldn’t f+ck wit me
i don’t think these n+ggas really want to bang it out
i push you from the back with that strap when we let it clap
i’m talkin’ bout all the way till we pullin’ off
look, made it from the bottom million dollars in the go+yard
me and ten slang that choppa’ ain’t no stopping for them cop cars
i just wan’ put money on top my daddy like phat n+gga
my n+ggas in the back n+gga wit’ straps n+gga i’m actin’ n+gga i’m wit’ that
let’s do it cause i’m bout drama
any b+tch, savage life and you don’t want no problems can’t stop us, huh
got that .45 on top my couch and it’s all camo, you won’t try us
[chorus: tre savage]
f+ck you n+gga (f+ck you n+gga)
i only sh+t inside this world
sell my money and my diamonds, and my daughter
f+ck you n+gga (f+ck you n+gga)
and i don’t f+ck wit em, them n+ggas hoes and they b+tches i don’t trust n+ggas
f+ck you n+gga (f+ck you n+gga)
i only sh+t inside this world
sell my money and my diamonds, and my daughter
f+ck you n+gga (f+ck you n+gga)
and i don’t f+ck wit ya, them n+ggas b+tches and they hoes i don’t trust n+ggas

[outro]
f+ck you (f+ck em’)
yup let’s get this money n+gga (you got it)
yup can’t n0body do what i do and i be doing this sh+t just i be doing that sh+t (doing that sh+t)
i’ve been chasin’ money for so long (oh)
r.i.p [?]
the don white you got it n+gga (from the bottom to the top)
it’s (?)
and its stuck, and it never coming down
savage life, trill 4 life, till the wheel fall out

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