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no heart - 21 savage lyrics

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[hook]
young savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
why these n-gg-s cappin’ so hard?
why you got a 12 car garage?
why you pullin’ all these rappers cards?
cause these n-gg-s p-ssy and i’m hard
i turn that f-cking soft into some hard
i grew up in the streets without no heart
i’m praying to my glock and my card

[verse 1]
i sit back and relax, head in the hat
21 savage, the cat with the mac
21 savage not boyz n the hood but i pull up on you, shoot your -ss in the back
stuart little, heard these n-gg-s some rats
pockets full of cheese, b-tch i got racks
i’m a real street n-gg- b-tch
i am not one of these n-gg-s bangin’ on wax
p-ssy n-gg-s love sneak dissing ’til i pull up on ’em, slap ’em out with the fire
wet your mama’s house, wet your grandma’s house, keep shootin’ until somebody die
so many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar, thought it was fourth of july
you was with your friends playing nintendo, i was playin’ ’round with that fire
seventh grade i got caught with a pistol, sent me to pantherville
eighth grade started playin’ football, then i was like f-ck the field
ninth grade i was knocking n-gg-s out, n-gg- like holyfield
fast forward n-gg-, 2016 and i’m screaming f-ck a deal
bad b-tch with me, she so thick, i don’t even need a pill
i listen to your raps, thought you was hard
you ain’t even street for real
n-gg-s love sneak dissing on twitter
they don’t want beef for real
and all these n-gg-s play like they tough
’till a n-gg- get killed
’till a n-gg- get spilled, ’til your blood get spilled
i’ma at your favorite rapper, shoot him like i’m john dill’
“i been with you since day one, savage i ain’t even hating”
so what’s up with all that instagram sh-t?
“savage i was just playin'”
y’all p-ssy n-gg-s fakin’, b-tch i hang around them haitians
pull up on you, tie your kids up
pistol whip you while your b-tch naked
“come on man, savage you know i always play your mixtape”
yeah n-gg- f-ck all that, ask your b-tch how my d-ck tastes
[hook]
young savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
why these n-gg-s cappin’ so hard?
why you got a 12 car garage?
why you pullin’ all these rappers cards?
cause these n-gg-s p-ssy and i’m hard
i turn that f-cking soft into some hard
i grew up in the streets without no heart
i’m praying to my glock and my card

[verse 2]
so much dope that it broke the scale
they say crack kills, n-gg- my crack sells
my brother in the kitchen and he rappin’ a bale
louis v my bag and louis v on my belt
chain sw-ngin’, diamonds blangin’, hold up
pistol sw-ngin’, gang bangin’, hold up
n-gg-s actin’ like groupies, they don’t know us
little do they know their b-tches f-ckin’ on the tour bus

[hook]
young savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
why these n-gg-s cappin’ so hard?
why you got a 12 car garage?
why you pullin’ all these rappers cards?
cause these n-gg-s p-ssy and i’m hard
i turn that f-cking soft into some hard
i grew up in the streets without no heart
i grew up in the streets without no heart

[outro]
so much dope that it broke the scale
they say crack kills, n-gg- my crack sells
my brother in the kitchen and he rappin’ a bale
louis v my bag and louis v on my belt

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