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clearing the air - tay savage & trigga500k lyrics

[intro]
(i got hitman on the beat)

[chorus: tay savage]
tired of playin’ with n*ggas, i’m ’bout to ‘dress sh*t (grrah)
don’t let this humble sh*t fool you, you’ll be my next vic’ (trick)
while you n*ggas playin’ checks, i’m playin’ chess, b*tch (stupid)
how you think i got these vv’s on my neck and wrist? (huh?)
tired of playin’ with n*ggas, i’m ’bout to ‘dress sh*t (grrah)
don’t let this humble sh*t fool you, you’ll be my next vic’ (that b*tch a trick)
while you n*ggas playin’ checks, i’m playin’ chess, b*tch (stupid)
how you think i got these vv’s on my neck and wrist? (ha)

[verse 1: tay savage]
we don’t do no diss and they tryna piece the puzzle (what?)
once them k!llers get to k!llin’, i gotta support the hustle (what?)
we pushin’ p’s, don’t want no beef, you tweet and meet the muscle (grrah)
rollin’ deep with sixty n*ggas, feel like nipsey hussle (huh? what?)
if you ain’t got no money, can’t be my opposition (nah)
put that perky on yo’ head and watch you come up missin’ (what?)
find yo’ body in the woods and find your head with fishes (d*mn)
got your momma on the news, cryin’, sayin’ that she miss you (b*tch)
even though we wiped your nose, i’ma hand a tissue (ha, what?)
we come through steppin’ like it’s a frat party (step)
but you can’t tweak with me if you a n0body (goofy*ass)
yeah, i beat them bodies, i’m like john gotti (beat them bodies)
[chorus: tay savage]
tired of playin’ with n*ggas, i’m ’bout to ‘dress sh*t (grrah)
don’t let this humble sh*t fool you, you’ll be my next vic’ (trick)
while you n*ggas playin’ checks, i’m playin’ chess, b*tch (stupid)
how you think i got these vv’s on my neck and wrist? (huh?)
tired of playin’ with n*ggas, i’m ’bout to ‘dress sh*t (grrah)
don’t let this humble sh*t fool you, you’ll be my next vic’ (that b*tch a trick)
while you n*ggas playin’ checks, i’m playin’ chess, b*tch (stupid)
how you think i got these vv’s on my neck and wrist? (ha)

[verse 2: trigga500k]
ayy, i’m tired of playin’ with n*ggas, i’m tryna send a n*gga up (send one)
like i ain’t got it ’cause you don’t see it, n*gga, don’t be dumb, it’s in the tuck
fully automatic pistols, n*gga play, they gon’ get flushed (grrah, grrah)
know these bullets big as h*ll, i’m tryna fill a n*gga up, uh (grrah, grrah)
ayy, f*ck a n*gga, i ran this sh*t up by myself
n*gga be sayin’ all type of sh*t when they be f*cked up, needin’ help (broke*ass n*gga)
i ain’t got no opp ’cause all these n*ggas broke
i ain’t goin’ back and forth with a junkie, nah, these n*ggas gangsters off of dope (junkie*ass n*gga)
i’m a righteous reaper, uh, they gotta know this sh*t get evil
i’ma need you to stand on everything you ever said when i see you (nah, for real)
f*ck them dead n*ggas, we the type to p*ss on n*ggas grave
whenever we spin, i ain’t goin’ home ’til i hit a n*gga in the face, uh (n*gga)

[chorus: tay savage]
tired of playing with n*ggas, i’m ’bout to ‘dress sh*t (grrah)
don’t let this humble sh*t fool you, you’ll be my next vic’ (trick)
while you n*ggas playin’ checks, i’m playin’ chess, b*tch (stupid)
how you think i got these vv’s on my neck and wrist? (huh?)
tired of playing with n*ggas, i’m ’bout to ‘dress sh*t (grrah)
don’t let this humble sh*t fool you, you’ll be my next vic’ (that b*tch a trick)
while you n*ggas playin’ checks, i’m playin’ chess, b*tch (stupid)
how you think i got these vv’s on my neck and wrist? (ha)

- tay savage trigga500k lyrics

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