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my bitch* / hiding the sticks* - no savage lyrics

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[intro]
(hey reggi)

[chorus]
i’m the young n*gga who tried to put everyone on, it’s hard for me to be rich
these n*ggas hating on me, wanna know what i’m doing? i’m tryna go up with your b*tch
i seen a stripper i already f*cked at the [?] and took that b*tch right to the ritz
i don’t got sh*t for the ho on the side ’cause my b*tch keep eating off my d*ck
i go up to thirty on all my gl!cks
we hop out the car, it’s an all*out blitz
them boys get to running and tripping and sh*t
drop more than a hundred, we finishing sh*t
you gotta have a body to get with this sh*t
this sh*t like a cartier, it’s so many hits
got so many hundreds, i’m ripping this sh*t
i’m ducking the law, she hiding the sticks

[verse 1]
yeah, she gotta look like she want me to f*ck
she getting drunk then i’m coming in luck
i got a feeling i’m f*cking a sl*t
after i f*ck her, i tell her she cut
hop out and blow, she advised herself
keep on joking but why is you playing?
b*tch, you can’t even find yourself
whole lot of problems but mines be dealt
n*ggas was dissing and know how i felt
get me a drop, i’ma spy, no help
creep up behind him and give him the belt
[?] bro need a hand, i’ma help him
i put a stick in his hand and a shovel
cap*ass n*ggas, they always buck ’em
i ain’t got nothing to tell ’em so f*ck ’em
bro got bodies and you got bodies, but i don’t know why you always duck ’em
i see an opp in the jail and cut him
as soon as i get on the land, i pluck him
these n*ggas like hoes, they keep holding grudges
how you getting money and stuck on a budget?
seeing me going broke, n*gga, that’s not nothing
i’ll go put a box on the cutter and truck ’em
[chorus]
i’m the young n*gga who tried to put everyone on, it’s hard for me to be rich
these n*ggas hating on me, wanna know what i’m doing? i’m tryna go up with your b*tch
i seen a stripper i already f*cked at the [?] and took that b*tch right to the ritz
i don’t got sh*t for the ho on the side ’cause my b*tch keep eating off my d*ck
i go up to thirty on all my gl!cks
we hop out the car, it’s an all*out blitz
them boys get to running and tripping and sh*t
drop more than a hundred, we finishing sh*t
you gotta have a body to get with this sh*t
this sh*t like a cartier, it’s so many hits
got so many hundreds, i’m ripping this sh*t
i’m ducking the law, she hiding the sticks

[verse 2]
got boxed in them walls, yeah
i had to fight for a call
i’m locked in with lifers with nikes and all
n*ggas catching balloons in diapers and all
we got put on a stripe when the dope get foggy
think it’s a missile, it always fall
he spent all his money, he can’t even call
now he spent it all to get him a high, he ain’t even high, now he wanna brawl
now i’m tryna tell you, i seen it all
from going through sh*t that you won’t even think
still go down bottom, it’s just free hank
i don’t go ’bout a dollar but i need drank
i don’t go to a problem but i need drac’
know allah got a calling so i need faith
put the sack by the bed, i don’t need no safe
and i dare you to try it…

- no savage lyrics

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