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accolades - mellow $avage lyrics

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[hook]
been thuggin like dom k, got k dots at yo temp fade
i been brave never been afraid i be in the field with the renegades
where the sinners play while you play charades
i’m makin plays, cash for dope an official trade
what’s da ratio? i been gettin paid
i took yo b*tch on a dinner date now she gettin slayed
my boy did his bid gotta clean slate
you try to run off we gon sweep the state
eat the cake, annie mae
i got freebands and ran off on sally mae
f*ck uncle sam, i need racks today
made a way so i can have my way
sac havin trap accolades

[verse 1]
me and mine riding like six flags
puttin you and yours on a sh*t bag
i got up and got me a big bag
you just b*tch, nag, and ain’t gettin nann
i’m tryna expand and multiply it
i stack the hunchos for a hobby
don’t give a f*ck about who criticizing
i cannot let dese n*ggas crucify me
i’m in a two seater with a diva, two liters, no tequila
two heaters, 4 hundred and 74 milliliters
all the times i done sipped and seen em
probably served you and yo people
i po’ da mudd let it marinate
trap beatin need barricades
i ran it up on them interstates
paper right come let me set ya straight
free smoke you get fresh baked
case of drank that’s a med case
i pray they don’t make it a fed case
extended clip on a dirty k, glock 40, and a 38
my n*ggas adding to the murder rate
they said my city topped the murder rate
muh’f*xka kuz we

[hook]
been thuggin like dom k, got k dots at yo temp fade
i been brave never been afraid i be in the field with the renegades
where the sinners play while you play charades
i’m makin plays, cash for dope an official trade
what’s da ratio? i been gettin paid
i took yo b*tch on a dinner date now she gettin slayed
my boy did his bid gotta clean slate
you try to run off we gon sweep the state
eat the cake, annie mae
i got freebands and ran off on sally mae
f*ck uncle sam, i need racks today
made a way so i can have my way
sac havin trap accolades

[verse 2]
what’s with the cappin i thought you was havin
don’t come to me talkin bout i’m taxin
lil b*tch i’m ballin’ like i won a natty
if 12 wanna talk it wasn’t me like i’m sh*ggy
i stuff the cook book in a backy
i’m serving good looks in this bally
i like em book smart with a phatty
healthy, pretty p*ssy with no panties
im in the kitchen whippin like i’m ramsey
with a lethal weapon on me like i’m danny
bricks of that mel gibson in the pantry
yo’ plug out here sellin pressed xannies
i’m in east atlanta 10 toes standin
hand in handin
quarterback i’m game planning
quarterback i’m peyton manning
quarterback i got that cannon
supplyin what n*ggas demanding
n*ggas out here with the antics
cappin like they really got it
i’m bout to max the price, i’m tryna corner the market
i gotta max out my profit, cheap chatter just breathe wasting
glock 40 and it’s breath taking, hi tech and it taste amazing

[hook]
been thuggin like dom k, got k dots at yo temp fade
i been brave never been afraid i be in the field with the renegades
where the sinners play while you play charades
i’m makin plays, cash for dope an official trade
what’s da ratio? i been gettin paid
i took yo b*tch on a dinner date now she gettin slayed
my boy did his bid gotta clean slate
you try to run off we gon sweep the state
eat the cake, annie mae
i got freebands and ran off on sally mae
f*ck uncle sam, i need racks today
made a way so i can have my way
sac havin trap accolades

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