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where you from - 21 savage lyrics

sh*t, when you see the real n*ggas gettin’ out the way, that sh*t is dead, ’cause ain’t no more reason
these n*ggas try it, they never move everybody
man this sh*t is some p*ssy as sh*t, man
man, we see a n*gga like, just accept that it’s over with, my bad
first n*gga that denounced the street stuff
street, the street still dead

savage where you from? g block where they bum
sh*t like vietnam, gun smoke in my lungs
extendos and them drums, you boys don’t want a crumb
they come knock off your king, then turn ’round get your p*wns
gen 5 with the switch
like my n*gga nudy, i’ll never leave the 6
like my n*gga chubbs, i’ll never leave the 6ix
b*tch don’t cut my ‘tris, you ball up your fist
but we pull up with sticks
they gon eat if i make you a plate
n*ggas p*ssy, we takin’ they pay
out the sunroof, i’m swingin’ that k
get to waivin’ it at you, like hey
p*ssy don’t ask me ’bout metro or drake
play with it or get shot in the face, p*ssy
gun shots for everybody, us, never them
why the f*ck you think they call me savage?
any b*tch that i’m f*ckin’ the baddest
never been with a n*gga who had it
then she met me and now i’m her daddy
zone 6 i grew up in the madness
we come straight in your hood and we smash it
i like robbin’ the n*ggas who flashin’
if you thought it was smoke, n*gga, ask me
in the phantom, just me and my draco
and these hollows’ll hit you in clayco
i done brought out the quagen in waco
any less than a ticket is play*doh
she gon’ eat up that d*ck when i say so
ain’t no love for a rat, free queso
i got bakin’ soda, ain’t the cake though
watch show the day and the date, ho
lord, forgive me, i’m committin’ sins
lockin’ ls like i ain’t win
real n*gga, i got fake friends
lotta ms that i can’t spend
always ready when we can’t spin
ain’t a corner that we ain’t been
p*ssy n*gga say he gettin’ money
we’ll catch him lackin’ at the bank then
buy a pint and put it in the soda
vacuum seal, tryna hide the odor
hit the lot and get a new whip
i’m a rich n*gga, i go in the motor
millionaire, but i’m still a soldier
whack the shooter n*gga and who drove you
big pole like the north pole, but we keep poles ’cause the streets colder
you ain’t like that, stop cappin’
make a billion, i’ma stop rappin’
bots on this car, got ’em trackin’
one slip, he get caught in traffic
used to hide the money in the mattress
too much of it now, i just stack it
opps funny like they tiff haddish
rock out with the stick, lenny kravitz
p*ssy

rock out with the stick like i’m travis barker
rock out with the stick like i’m bb king (you go against this sh*t n*gga, you get the belt, n*gga)
rock out with the stick like i’m jimmy hendrix
rock out on your coach, rock out on your team (unlimited belt)
all you internet n*ggas, i see you
all you content creators
catch you down bad and break your macbook
break your iphone, b*tch ass n*gga, f*ck you
you know how i rock, n*gga
one up top in the glock, n*gga
fah
southside
wheezy out of here

i remember, i remember when, me and, godd*mn
you know we be ridin’ them cars and sh*t
i had a cadillac, a cadillac, ehm sedan or
and this n*gga thought it was my car, ’cause every time i go serve, i used to serve in that car
so one day, he pulled up, he gave me the money
and i got out like i was goin’ high like i usually do
i left the n*gga in the car, and let*
he kept callin’ like bro you better have that car, you buggin’
it’s true

- 21 savage lyrics

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