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whole lot - 21 savage lyrics

[intro: young thug]
yeah n-gg-, it’s a knife and all, y’know what i’m sayin’?
yeah n-gg-, i hit your wife and all, y’know what i’m sayin’?
yeah, this a plain ap, but i got a lotta watches, y’know what i’m sayin’?
yeah, metro boomin want some more n-gg-

[chorus: 21 savage & young thug]
n-gg- made a whole lotta guala
now i got a whole lotta problems (yeah)
main b-tch f-ckin’ my partner (main b-tch)
n-gg-, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (fool)
and i got a whole lotta shotters (and i gotta)
hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
and i got a bad b-tch callin’ (and i gotta)
put a bad b-tch in cartier
catch a n-gg- ridin’ down college (skrt skrt)
catch a n-gg- ridin’ down godby (get madder n-gg-)
we ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage
we don’t talk about it, we shotters
straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)
straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)
i’m a street n-gg- and a artist (street n-gg-)
and i’m gon’ hit my targets (voom voom)

[verse 1: 21 savage & young thug]
vvs’s drippin’ off my chain, hoe (ooh)
i be in them places where you can’t go (can’t go)
my brother down the road on tango (i still see him)
you rap n-gg-s sweeter than a mango (pussy sweet)
tec on me with the coolie on it
i’ma f-ck around and i’ma squeeze (ooh)
pain runnin’ through my veins
i don’t want the fame, i just wanna eat (ooh)
rap n-gg-s callin’ my phone
f-ck these n-gg-s, these n-gg-s ain’t g’s (one hunnit)
spend on a lot of n-gg-s, i ain’t spend no more
f-ck around and get robbed ’round me (fast)
chain snatched
watch snatched, don’t get it back (get it)
chopper on you
wrong move, get hit in the back (cutter)
i’m young savage
real n-gg-, they vouchin’ for that (they vouchin’ for that)
i keep it on me
one in the head, i’m c-ckin’ it back

[chorus: 21 savage & young thug]
n-gg- made a whole lotta guala (yeah)
now i got a whole lotta problems (got a whole lotta)
main b-tch f-ckin’ my partner (main b-tch)
n-gg-, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (ain’t trippin on ’em)
and i got a whole lotta shotters (and i gotta)
hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
and i got a bad b-tch callin’ (and i gotta)
put a bad b-tch in cartier (yeah)
catch a n-gg- ridin’ down college (ooh)
catch a n-gg- ridin’ down godby (get madder n-gg-)
we ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage (ain’t talk about it)
we don’t talk about it, we shotters (ain’t talk about it)
straight up out the gutter, we charted (okay)
straight up out the gutter, we heartless (okay)
i’m a street n-gg- and a artist (ooh)
and i’m gon’ hit my targets

[verse 2: 21 savage & young thug]
and i make your b-tch drop it back
and i spend a dub in saks
and i do a whole lot of drinkin’
i done put a hole in my kidney
y’all n-gg-s pussy like kittens (uh)
vvs’s on, i need mittens (vvs)
n-gg-, we ain’t leavin’ no witness
stomp a n-gg- ’til he need stitches (woah)
i ain’t never played no victim
every n-gg- played, i k!lled him
put a n-gg- in a blender, n-gg-, then we chop it up (then we chop it up)
put it in the pyrex, n-gg-, then we lock it up (lock it up)
put that b-tch inside a benz, she was in a acura
n-gg-s be actin’ tough, i just be stackin’ up (i just be stackin’ up)
used to ride around with dracos, now i’m going platinum (platinum)
n-gg-, put gold on denim (gold)
n-gg-, i said it, i meant it (meant it)
n-gg-, be fresh like mint (fresh)
n-gg- on percs, i’m itchin’ (n-gg-)
n-gg-, i stayed in the trenches (n-gg-)
n-gg-s still play in the trenches (n-gg-)
stayed up late on missions (fool)
sometimes we ain’t strike for a dime (for a dime)
if them n-gg-s actin’ scared, i ride (i’m gon’ go)
when my brother got k!lled, i cried
i can’t let a n-gg- stop my stride (stride)
gotta keep this shit goin’, gotta move (move)
if it come down to it, i’m bustin’ moves (fool)
i jump up out that vert with a uzi (skrt)
these facts, lil’ n-gg- i’m the truth (truth)
you got goons, lil’ n-gg-, i got troops (i got troops)
they don’t got instagrams ’cause they shoot (i got, i got)
coulda got a four-door, i got a coupe (got that coupe)
coulda f-cked that b-tch, i p-ssed her to the crew (here you go)
shiverin’ and shakin’, boy you ain’t gon’ shoot
rice street, man i ate a lot of soups

- 21 savage lyrics

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