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drip flow - no savage lyrics

[intro]
uh uh uh uh
mob everybody know how i came
huh yeah everybody know how i came
i gotta get me away i gotta get me away aye
hey jordan

[verse]
these b*tches be in my way aye
i’m still stuck in my ways
they ain’t f*ck wit’ me back in the day hey
now everybody ridin’ my wave
i’m consistent and i’m gettin’ paid hey
can’t n0body stop me from makin’ a way
i gotta heart they won’t take it away
i won’t ever quit i’m paving a way (no i won’t quit nah)
buss down chains, mike amiri jeans on the whole d*mn gang hey
i did two shows in a day gotta keep it coming ‘cause n*ggas eating trays
i’m glad that you showed me yo’ ways
i still can’t believe the b*tches i saved
don’t trust her, she f*ckin’ she probably got aids
i’m strappin’ my d*ck even when i get brain
broke ass n*gga got caught in the rain
he clothes got wet he been wearing for days
put in that work that’s the first stage
i get it everyday like it’s my motherf*ckin’ birthday
i’m still trappin’ that sh*t on the one way
whole lot of b*tches post me when it’s monday
spank a n*gga go to church on a sunday
load up, go spin, doin’ that all day
poppin’ percocets and servin’ that fentanyl
i’m the n*gga spinnin’ knockin’ yo’ men off
hit the desert eagle knock youngin’ chin off
run into my man you know i’m gon’ get off
give or throw the ball then i gotta pick off
hangin’ out the window knockin’ that stick off
the way she eat the d*ck she suckin’ my d*ck off
just call me the plug i don’t wanna be no big dog
feds building cases they got em folding
i ain’t payin’ em sh*t just for sayin’ i owe em
still livin’ mama even while i’m older
i’m runnin’ it up gotta run that sh*t up
buy her a rolls royce truck
you know them loads come in in a tonka truck
n*gga try rob me you know i won’t give it up
i hit the car and come back when i fill it up
uh uh broke ass n*gga can’t sit wit’ us
you ain’t help her enough you should step it up
it ain’t no way a broke n*gga gon’ step on us
if you f*ckin’ my b*tch then i’m makin’ her set you up
uh i pull the micro out, go wet em up
you out of town wit’ the pounds then mail it up
double it, triple it, make sure you seal it up
rap n*ggas cap and he showin’ a fake pint
n*ggas be mad i’m doin’ what they can’t
ima put in that grind to be wit’ that wraith gang
money before the fame i ain’t rich gang
uh i walk in the room they surprised no b*tch came
think she a wh0re i gotta admit man
you let me down feel like i got betrayed
if i keep on goin’ ima keep goin up
put worth before riches, forever be up
in that head i don’t give a f*ck but i dress it up
uh uh mob, can’t go back to me p*ssin’ in cups
my nephew call i come in a rush
i’m dishing out coke i’m catchin’ a rush
smokin’ that strong ain’t smokin’ no fluff
i’m smokin’ so flow b*tch this ain’t no fluff
they rock the same designer he lookin’ bust
i’m pourin’ that syrup i’m sippin’ til i’m bust
had a feeling she was out of pocket and trusted it
i should’ve went back to my old ways only just f*ck the b*tch
now i look dumb as f*ck that’s what i get tryin’ cuff a b*tch (nah uh uh)
i only let that b*tch suck the d*ck i’m tellin’ b*tches i’m celibate
i do a show yeah i sneak in the back yeah i gotta bring the cutter in
you know that chopper keep stuttering, yeah i let my brother in
i f*ck the b*tch let my brother hit
i f*ck the b*tch let my brother hit (she gotta let migo hit)

- no savage lyrics

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