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21 Savage & Metro Boomin – No Advance lyrics

[Intro]
Fuck her in my Rollie
Fuck her in my Rollie
I’ma fuck her in my Rollie, 21
Fuck her in a Rover
Fuck her in a Rover
I’ma fuck her in a Rover, 21
Bend the bitch over, Bend the bitch over
I’ma bend the bitch over
Fuck her on a sofa, fuck her on a sofa
I’ma fuck her on the sofa

[Hook]
I smashed the stripper in the hotel with my chains on
I’m playin’ with her kitty with my VVS rings on
Shawty savin’ hoes, told that boy put his cape on
My partna down the road, I’m talkin’ to him on Tango
I put that bitch in a Porsche
I bought that bitch a new Yorkie
I scrapin’ the bowl with the fork
Scrapin’ the bowl with the fork
I’m fuckin’ that bitch in my Vans
I pull up and shoot at your mans
You steal, I’ma cut off your hands
Independent, I don’t need no advance

[Verse 1]
I’m in diamond district ’bout to buy a new watch
I’m fuckin’ on a model and we ridin’ a yacht
They like “Savage, boy you came a long way from that pot”
I’m still a street nigga so I keep me a Glock
I made it off the block, bitch I beat the statistics
I told that bitch I got a bitch so don’t you leave me with hickeys
Bitch I’m on them Percs, got me twitchin’ and itchin’
Drinkin’ all this syrup, I’m bout to fuck up my kidneys
Young Savage, I get high just like Bobby and Whitney
And plus I’m rich bitch, I ain’t gon’ need me no pension
I walk off in a room, I be feelin’ the tension
I swear these niggas like hoes, all that whinin’ and bitchin’

[Hook]
I smashed the stripper in the hotel with my chains on
I’m playin’ with her kitty with my VVS rings on
Shawty savin’ hoes, told that boy put his cape on
My partna down the road, I’m talkin’ to him on Tango
I put that bitch in a Porsche
I bought that bitch a new Yorkie
I scrapin’ the bowl with the fork
Scrapin’ the bowl with the fork
I’m fuckin’ that bitch in my Vans
I pull up and shoot at your mans
You steal, I’ma cut off your hands
Independent, I don’t need no advance

[Verse 2]
I’ma count a lot of cash
Smoke a lot of gas
I’ma count a lot of racks
Walk around with straps
Walk around with MACS
I’ma walk around with MACS
All my niggas blood
All my niggas blat
All my niggas blat
All my niggas pull up on the scene in that motherfucker bloody, leave a pussy nigga whacked
21 Gang, Slaughter Gang, Murder Gang
PDE Magnolia thing, niggas can’t hang with the gang
You niggas can’t walk round with chains
We snatchin’ your chains
Snatchin’ your stain
We snatchin’ your main
Fuck on your main
She gon’ fuck on the gang
And kickin’ her out
Put that dick all in her mouth
I just might fuck on your spouse
I just might nut on her blouse
Diamonds on me water, whew
I’m a dog, bitch woof
I got golds on my tooth
24 on my tooth
Fuck her till that pussy loose
Bout my check nigga, swoosh
Scrapped up in the booth
Scrapped in the coupe
I’m scrapped up in the club
I can’t show these niggas love
You a bum, you, you wearin’ Lugs
All my crips screamin’ cuz

[Hook]
I smashed the stripper in the hotel with my chains on
I’m playin’ with her kitty with my VVS rings on
Shawty savin’ hoes, told that boy put his cape on
My partna down the road, I’m talkin’ to him on Tango
I put that bitch in a Porsche
I bought that bitch a new Yorkie
I scrapin’ the bowl with the fork
Scrapin’ the bowl with the fork
I’m fuckin’ that bitch in my Vans
I pull up and shoot at your mans
You steal, I’ma cut off your hands
Independent, I don’t need no advance

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21 Savage & Metro Boomin – Bad Guy lyrics

[Intro]
I’m a fuckin’ bad guy nigga
Murder Gang nigga
Two guns up

[Bridge]
I’m poppin’ ain’t I
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain’t I
(21, 21)
I’m poppin’ ain’t I
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain’t it
She seen the savage and her panties went to droppin’ ain’t it
Diamonds dancin’ on a nigga, playin’ hockey ain’t I
(Bling-blaow-blaow-blaow)

[Verse 1]
Run up a check and I bag and I fuck it, I love it
She lickin’ and lickin’ and suckin’ I love her
Motherfuck a wedding bitch I’m a dog
Motherfuck a label, bitch I’m a boss
Wiping, I’m swiping, niggas stealin’ sauce
Came from the mud, nigga paid the cost
Hundred thousand cash, hid it in the lawn
It ain’t bout a bag, I don’t wanna talk

[Hook]
(21, 21, 21)
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
I fucked his baby moms he’s a mad guy
Nigga you ain’t gettin’ no money, you a sad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Hundred round drum, I’m a bad guy
Blow this bitch up like Osama, I’m a bad guy

[Verse 2]
I’ma do the dash when I back out
I’m a rich nigga, I can’t take the trash out
Better cuff your bitch I brought my cash out
Nigga better watch they mouth cause I’ll spazz out
Catch a nigga down bad and I’ll air it out
Bitch I rep that Murder Gang and we’ll clear it out
Catch a nigga main bitch and we gon’ shell out
And she so fine, I love the way that booty spread out
And you know I keep that Glock with the red dot
Shoot a nigga in his face, he ain’t bad now

[Hook]
(21, 21)
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
I fucked his baby moms he’s a mad guy
Nigga you ain’t gettin’ no money, you a sad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Hundred round drum, I’m a bad guy
Blow this bitch up like Osama, I’m a bad guy

[Bridge]
I’m poppin’ ain’t I
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain’t I
(21, 21)
I’m poppin’ ain’t it
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain’t I
She seen the savage and her panties went to droppin’ ain’t it

[Bridge]
I’m poppin’ ain’t I
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain’t I
(21, 21)
I’m poppin’ ain’t I
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain’t I
She seen the savage and her panties went to droppin’ ain’t it
Diamonds dancin’ on a nigga, playin’ hockey ain’t I
Diamonds dancin’ on a nigga, playin’ hockey ain’t I

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21 Savage – Dip Dip (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

[Hook:]
Murder Gang shit, yeen Slaughter Gang you don’t speak my language
Niggas really lame, boy they lamer then a bitch
Eat you pussy niggas like a fucking sandwich
Mason Margiela cost a grip grip grip
Bitches say they love the way I drip drip drip
I eat that pussy up and then I lick lick lick wet a nigga block and then I dip dip dip

[Verse 1:]
Young Savage pull up on your fucking on your mother. (your mother)
Young Savage, bitch im hanging with my brothers. (brother)
Slaughter Gang savages yeah them my brothers. ( yeah them my brother)
Slaughter Gang got choppers like under covers. (pew pew pew)
Hit that bitch with a rubber. (yeah)
Fuck her on the dresser boy i fuck her on the covers. (yeah, yeah)
I keep a lethal weapon like my name Danny Glover (yeah)
Im just here to fuck yah baby I ain’t here to love (21)
Send you to yah nigga cause I heard he a sucka (sucka)
If he run up on me like a swisher ima a bust em (buuh)
Pop pop pop pop nigga get to duckin’ (duckin’)
Im a ladies man bitches call me mc’ lovin (yahhhhhh)

[Hook:]
Murder Gang shit, yeen Slaughter Gang you don’t speak my language
Niggas really lame, boy they lamer then a bitch
Eat you pussy niggas like a fucking sandwich
Mason Margiela cost a grip grip grip
Bitches say they love the way I drip drip drip
I eat that pussy up and then I lick lick lick wet a nigga block and then I dip dip dip

[ Verse 2:]
Skert skert skert, scrap the motha fuckin’ bowl up
Young savage bitch im in the kitchen cooking cola
Real street nigga man I love that baking soda
Bitch get on my nerves, I pour a muthafuckin 4 up? (mud, mud)
Told that nigga get his funds up. (yeah)
Rep that Sex Money so you know i got my guns up
Word on the street savage fucked your baby mamma (i did) Jamaican don dada i murder for fun yah
I bought that bitch a Benz cause she use to drive a Honda. (wuu wuu)
You been skripping all your life and you still stay with your mamma (broke ass bitch)

[Hook:]
Murder Gang shit, yeen Slaughter Gang you don’t speak my language
Niggas really lame, boy they lamer than a bitch
Eat you pussy niggas like a fucking sandwich
Mason Margiela cost a grip grip grip
Bitches say they love the way I drip drip drip
I eat that pussy up and then I lick lick lick wet a nigga block and then I dip dip dip