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snakes - the savage family & bry-han solo lyrics

everybody eats on the savage family
f*ck this n*gga b
s.o.b, the team
savage on the beat records baby (solo)

ain’t gon run it like solo does stop talking work you dont know no plugs
shoutout the homies that sold those dubs, hot on the block like adobo rub
gotta check see the totals nuff, lifes all about balance
feelin like i haven’t sold enough cuz the amount of po in my chalice
i ain’t high enough so roll one up
going down richie valens
everybody wanna promo tuff but no ones brings up an atlas
gotta break down the chemistry
bugged out like a centipede
got real gs up on century
so i guarantee you gon rеmember me
evеrything i do relentlessly
pure ecstays but the hans ancy tiptoeing like tom clancy
won’t bust a l!ck if yo broad ask me
gone flashy, hit the gong fastly ya you know i keep bells ringing
been here long enough man so i’m more then ready for what h*lls bringing

paid the cost to maintain as boss, all hands on deck homie (on deck)
they steady hating cuz we taking off, snakes in the cut all just shed phony (yup)
guarentee your friends lothe me that don’t mean theres no trust (no trust)
ain’t a chance youll ever jugg solo,we ain’t never giving no f*cks (no f*cks)
paid the cost to maintain as boss, all hands on deck homie (on deck)
they steady hating cuz we taking off, snakes in the cut all just shed phony (yup)
guarentee your friends lothe me that don’t mean theres no trust (no trust)
ain’t a chance youll ever jugg solo,we ain’t never giving no f*cks (juggs get em)
music is my art, man they take that sh*t for granted (facts)
supplying all the big guys my weed already planted
won’t let n0body touch that sh*t walk my blocks
b*tch you get lit, smoke my kush just take a hit
get you high like you won’t forget, i still feel like i’ma kid
got drugs to the brain no oxygen
i’m popping off here we go again
know yo place you is not my friend
my b*tch won’t break but she fold she bend
b*tch is like my heaven*sent, 310 i represent
only white girl on the set
got 15 on my f*cking neck, we can’t talk unless you cut a check
posted up with a new ass tech, don’t doubt me
not just for a sec, cross my lines b*tch you’ll get wrecked
20 years old with a new patek, kick a dumb b*tch in the head
don’t entertain hoes i pr*nounce them dead

paid the cost to maintain as boss, all hands on deck homie (on deck)
they steady hating cuz we taking off, snakes in the cut all just shed phony (yup)
guarentee your friends lothe me that don’t mean theres no trust (no trust)
ain’t a chance youll ever jugg solo,we ain’t never giving no f*cks (no f*cks)
paid the cost to maintain as boss, all hands on deck homie (on deck)
they steady hating cuz we taking off, snakes in the cut all just shed phony (yup)
guarentee your friends lothe me that don’t mean theres no trust (no trust)
ain’t a chance youll ever jugg solo,we ain’t never giving no f*cks (sw*nk g)
snakes all on the grass, gotta watch out where you walking (sneaky)
fakes through all through my glass please proceed with caution
sweats pant in my socks might go mack on slauson
gotta watch ya back, when the slither catch you slipping
bounty on ya head like you cleaned the kitchen
gotta rub my hands trigger finger itching
had to keep on shinning, keep my rims on glisten
n*gga turn his back on savage leave em in the dirt
hit ya fam like twice a week the 15th and the 1st
ride in limousines, been a savage put you in a he*rs*
having so much green
you learn that’ it’s a blessing and a curse
keep on stabbing backs
savage’s gon put you on a shirt
pimped my ride on baby cl new mercedes
serpents never phased me coco that’s my baby (coco)

it’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how i keep from going under
afraid to open my eyes or is it the marijuana, its the end of the world or is it a savage summer
louder than thunder, no wonder, so there you have it that fantastic
these new n*ggas just can’t hack it, it’s so tragic
lyrics are like magic precise so mathematic
they got the mic then passed it with my back to the basket
i can never get enough addicted to this rap sh*t
took a hit, overdosed, got clean and relapsed it
n*ggas get a little money start doin some backflips
but you should spend it while you can it won’t fit in a casket (genetti)
s.o.b
we doing this sh*t all summer long
come f*ck with us
going dummy in the summer

- the savage family bry han solo lyrics

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