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lil bitch - 21 savage lyrics

[chorus]
poppin’ wheelies on a mansion
male groupie on some fan sh-t
be a man, not a fan, dog
tech-nine with the fan, dog
blow your hood up like osama, dog
young savage with the drama, dog
still f-ckin’ n-gg-s mommas, dog
i’m still f-ckin’ n-gg-s mommas, dog

[verse]
skrrt, skrrt, watch the pot scr-pe
pew, pew, watch the glock quake
i’m betty crock with the cocaine
lily rush with the cold case
i p-ssed the hoe, for my bro’s sake
he know i love nuttin’ on them hoe’s face
i’m still dippin’ in my old pay
last year money, n-gg-, in my old safe
2013, that’s a old wraith
2017, it’s a new may
back in the back, n-gg-, with a new drape
hit your -ss so many times, you need a new face
saint laurent don, this ain’t burberry
n-gg-, do you wanna be a obituary
kick you out the car, ’cause you too scared
i ain’t got no permit, but i still carry
give you a hot one, n-gg-, this a hot gun
we don’t stop shootin’ ’till the cops come
i’ma rich n-gg-, you a hot b-m
i got bad b-tches, you are not one
yo b-tch basic, b-tch n-gg- face it
broke b-tch, hoe b-tch
club hop, chase d-ck
told me to leave her number, already erased it
bentley truck, ‘rari, maybach, i been goin’ apesh-t
yeah, yeah, whatchu talkin’ bout, n-gg-
jump out with that yop, whatchu talkin’ bout, n-gg-
it’s rainin’ but that keltec rain that sun out, n-gg-
i got that nick cannon, brought the drum out, n-gg-
you n-gg-s cuff to much, and i’m up too much
you can’t talk to me lil’ b-tch, you ride the bus too much
they kicked me out of elementary, used to hunch too much
used to skip cl-ss and go to school for lunch too much
n-gg-, f-ck you, yeah, you too
blue tips, face shot, give you a blue tooth
and my b-tch -ss fat like bruce, bruce
i got a model b-tch, she only eat cous-cous
ar-15, make a n-gg- hit them fours
don’t brung me ’round your plug, i hit them folks
don’t brung me ’round your girl, i hit them folks
i ran off on your partner and i’m with all the smoke
whole pointers on my fist, lil’ b-tch
quarter ticket on my wrist, lil’ b-tch
‘nother n-gg- from the six, lil’ b-tch
‘nother n-gg- with the sh-ts, lil’ b-tch
don’t suck the b-lls, just lick, lil’ b-tch
it hurt when you suck the tip, lil’ b-tch
think i’m slippin’, it’s on my hip, lil’ b-tch
glock .40 make you tick, lil’ b-tch

- 21 savage lyrics

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