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21 Savage – Lettuce Lyrics

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[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
Young nigga got the streets on lock
Young nigga got a 30 on his Glock
I’m a addict at chasing paper, can’t stop
Put your arm inside the bowl until it lock
Drop my nuts and let’em hang, nigga I’m gang
Two revolvers on my waist, John Wayne
Fucking this ratchet bitch I made “?”
Nigga I keep the shit “?”
Yeah, pop the shit
Yeah,rich nigga convo
Nigga, talk that shit
Yah, sipping out syrup I don’t need cough up shit
Yah, real shooters with me like the chalk up shit
Nigga real talk, got a real bowl and a real fork
Whip real hard, this a real sword
Bitch I’m Slaughter Gang, we hit real hard
Nigga we don’t know y’all boys
Y’all ain’t making no noise
Hang with real trappers, nigga we ain’t doing no “?”
Got a Christian Lou’ fetish, count a lotta lettuce
Bank account heavy, money long and I’m deadly
Oh my God, still hanging in the six, nigga
Oh my God, and I came from selling this, nigga
Oh my God, Savage made a couple hits, nigga
Oh my God, but I’m known for sending hits, nigga
Oh my God, I might do the “?”, nigga
Oh my God, (?) on the street, nigga
Oh my God, I act a asshole, bitch boy
Got me back in Savage Mode
[Verse 2: St. Laz]
[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
(2x)
Nigga we don’t know y’all boys
Y’all ain’t making no noise
Hang with real trappers, nigga we ain’t doing no “?”
Got a Christian Lou’ fetish, count a lotta lettuce
Bank account heavy, money long and I’m deadly

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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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Life

Lyrics to ‘Life’ by Young Scooter:

–Intro–
Uncle Will, yeah he saved my life
Black Migo Gang nigga, true story

–Chorus–
Life, can’t be playin’ with your life
Niggas snitchin’, stealin’ from they people, shit ain’t right
Life, leave your wife, that bitch ain’t right
These hoes ain’t loyal, that’s a part of life
Life, hustle, grind, and stack it every night
I do this shit for my kids, they my fuckin’ life
Life, thank god I’m still livin’ life
I did a lot of shit wrong but I still paid the price

–Verse 1–
I know my OG Double watchin’ over me
I’m from apartments but they play my music overseas
In Toronto, Jamaica, Africa, and Belize
I done seen so much shit you probably wouldn’t believe
I done seen niggas get whacked
Four five six, that’s a head-cracker, head shot, a dead dead
Yeah these dirty streets will take your life
I seen a nigga get Slaughter Gang in the back with a knife
Life, I blow twenty racks a night
White, cocaine that’s my fuckin’ life
Flights, private jets when we take flight
Thank Uncle Will for what he did, that nigga saved my life

–Chorus–
Life, can’t be playin’ with your life
Niggas snitchin’, stealin’ from they people, shit ain’t right
Life, leave your wife, that bitch ain’t right
These hoes ain’t loyal, that’s a part of life
Life, hustle, grind, and stack it every night
I do this shit for my kids, they my fuckin’ life
Life, thank god I’m still livin’ life
I did a lot of shit wrong but I still paid the price

–Verse 2–
I know niggas doin’ life ’cause they ain’t had no lawyer
Nigga lost his whole bag and he couldn’t afford it
So the judge took his life like life ain’t important
Nigga you shouldn’t trust your wife, I seen that ho with Jordan
There’s nothing important in life
You only get one chance at life
Listen to my music, you’ll change your life
I just made like eighty thousand last night
I hope everybody doin’ life get that appeal
But keep it real, don’t you snitch and work a deal
And if you real I know you feel the way I feel
This a dirty world that we fuckin’ livin’ in

–Chorus–
Life, can’t be playin’ with your life
Niggas snitchin’, stealin’ from they people, shit ain’t right
Life, leave your wife, that bitch ain’t right
These hoes ain’t loyal, that’s a part of life
Life, hustle, grind, and stack it every night
I do this shit for my kids, they my fuckin’ life
Life, thank god I’m still livin’ life
I did a lot of shit wrong but I still paid the price

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21 Savage – 7 Min Freestyle (Issa Album)

[Verse]
Goyard duffle, yeah yeah
Got that draco in it, yeah yeah
Whip a chicken, yeah yeah
Tryna break the pot, yeah yeah
And I got that Glock, yeah yeah
I got thirty shots, yeah yeah
Got your baby mama, yeah yeah
She bent over nigga, yeah yeah
Young Savage trappin’, yeah yeah
And I’m fuckin’ rappin’, yeah yeah
I make lots of money, yeah yeah
And I throw it, throw it, yeah yeah
Ayy lil bitch you tryna blow it, yeah
Woah, chopper like a lawnmower, yeah
Woah, got that motherfuckin’ dagger on me
Woah, stab a nigga and his lil homie, woah
And I’m ballin’ like Nowitzki, woah
I get head like Lewinsky
Police tryna fingerprint me, woah
I’m runnin’ out that motherfucker, nigga, woah
Get money like a motherfucker, nigga
Bags in, nigga gas in
Cash out, nigga cash in
I’m robbin’, ski maskin’
You niggas know that I’m ’bout action
Fishtail with the traction
Fuck a fistfight, nigga I was blasting
Air that motherfucker out, we was smashin’
Got them VVS’s on me, nigga glass
Fuck school nigga, always skipped class
Fuck the other side, throwin’ red rags
Slaughter Gang, PDE gon’ do you bad nigga
Runnin’ through this cash, through this cash nigga
And my bitch bad, bitch bad nigga
Yeah, and I got a bag, got a bag nigga
Why these niggas mad, why they sad nigga
‘Cause I’m poppin’ ho, yeah I’m poppin’ ho
Got your main bitch, pussy poppin’ ho
We don’t want that pussy, we just want that toppy ho
And I don’t want it if the shit ain’t sloppy ho
Yeah, gang gang, nigga gang gang
Ayy, niggas snitching in the chain gang, ayy
They must not know they go in the chain gang, ayy
Stab ’em up, nigga stab ’em up
I’m a Bentley truck, you in a Acura
You niggas actin’ like I ain’t got racks or somethin’
You niggas actin’ like I ain’t in the trap or somethin’
Fuck you niggas thought, Savage was just rappin’ huh
Hey, your main bitch, she gon’ back it up
21, that two-two-three gon’ make you back it up
21, that show money I just stack it up
21, I’m real gangster, you just acting tough, woah
Niggas tryna put the feds on me, woah
My young niggas droppin’ shells on ’em, woah
I know they scared now, scared now
Niggas broke, they can’t even pay they bail now
Ayy, I get a brick and I bust it down, nigga
Put it in the pyrex and drown it, nigga
Water whip the dope, water whip it
Ho, water whip your ho, water whip ’em, yeah
Them VVS’s got her hypnotized, yeah
I used to walk around with two nines, woah
Then I hit a nigga for two nines, 21
That’s a half a brick lil nigga, 21
You a fuckin’ shrimp lil nigga, 21
I got somethin’ for that lip lil nigga, 21
Have you with a limp lil nigga, 21
Cut you up, no temp lil nigga, yeah
I get money ’cause I’m rich nigga, yeah
I might fuck all on your bitch nigga, yeah
Got a drank in in the vip nigga, yeah
She want a gangster, not a wimp nigga, yeah
Burberry fur on me, shit, woah
Thirty, Steph Curry on me, shit, woah
Eating chicken curry in this bitch, woah
Good food, nigga good food, 21
I’m a gangster, you a good dude, 21
I won’t text her ’til she send nudes, 21
She call my phone when the rent due, 21
I ain’t got a dime for your stankin’ ass, 21
Wash your behind with your stankin’ ass, bitch
And your nigga broke, down bad, bitch
All my niggas havin’ fuckin’ bags, bitch
Rich niggas, rich niggas, rich, 21
Hit nigga, hit nigga, hit, 21
That stick nigga, stick nigga, stick, 21
Bricks nigga, licks nigga, hits, 21
Slaughter Gang, PDE the shit, 21
Got the rap game on lock fast, 21
Got the block game on lock fast, 21
I got that Glock aim on lock fast, 21
I drop cop and send shots fast, 21
You only gangster when the gangsters gone, 21
You just a pussy with a camera phone, 21
You just a bitch with an Instagram, 21
No trigger finger, I got a trigger hand, 21
All of ’em like to shoot nigga, 21
All of ’em like boot nigga, 21
All of ’em in your boot nigga, 21
Finger holes, nigga finger holes, 21
You just a pussy with some finger rolls, 21
I can’t respect a nigga with cornrows, 21
Broke nigga with your brother’s clothes, 21
Broke nigga fuckin’ your brother’s hoes, 21
Get your own nigga, get your own, 21
You ain’t grown, nigga you ain’t grown, 21
Your money brown and my money long, 21
My blunt green and my gas strong, 21
Your bitch bad and I got her number, 21
All her friends wanna throw a slumber, 21
I might fuck all on that bitch mama, 21
I might take that lil bitch out to ‘Hana’s, 21
Put that lil bitch in a Benz, yeah, 21
I wish that bitch had a twin, yeah, 21
She want all my friends, yeah, 21
Man that bitch got on some Timbs, yeah, 21
But I put that bitch in Gucci Gucci, 21
Man I fuck that bitch like she Karruche, 21
I might lick that, do the oochie coochie, 21
Got a brown one like a nigga Boosie, 21
Nigga catch me all up in Bruce’s, 21
And you know I pull up with that uzi, 21
I’ma shoot a nigga, make the news and, 21
Niggas umm, niggas niggas losin’, 21
Yeah yeah, nigga yeah yeah, 21
Serve a nigga with no scale scale, 21
Come and help me wrap this bale, bale, 21
Fuck 12, no seatbelt, 21
Fuck 12, I don’t need help, 21
12 gauge, nigga that’s my help, 21

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Mila J – Lit (Dopamine Album)

[Intro]
DJ Mutha Fuckin Scream
I’ll bust ya wig in this bitch
100 round drum on a stick
I fucks with ya nigga

[Hook]
Lit, lit, lit, lit
Lit, lit, lit, lit
Lit like a wick
Lit like a stick
I’m lit in this bitch
I’m lit in this bitch
I’m lit like a wick
I’m lit like a stick
I’m lit in this bitch
I’m lit in this bitch

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
I’m lit in this bitch
I bust a nut on ya bitch
Lit, lit
Cameras stay lit
Diamonds they lit
Bic, lit
Ya bitch wanna lick
The way that I drip
Drip, drip
Shawty drippin Aquafina, drippin
Slaughter Gang, we don’t leave a witness
Abusing drugs nigga like Im Whitney
Lit, lit, lit

[Hook]
Lit, lit, lit, lit
Lit, lit, lit, lit
Lit like a wick
Lit like a stick
I’m lit in this bitch
I’m lit in this bitch
I’m lit like a wick
I’m lit like a stick
I’m lit in this bitch
I’m lit in this bitch

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I’m lit in this bitch
I’m lit like my wrist
I’m lit like my necklace
I got the stick for the hecklers
I’m lit in this hoe
I pick and I roll
I do what I want
How could I stop when I’m on the go
Heard you be getting that shit off the boat
Heard you be having that shit for the low
Well nigga we gon’ need a load
Well nigga we gon’ need some mo’
We breakin bread like its toast
Step out the bottom no toes
Bet that bitch gon do the most
Just to hop in the Lam or the Ghost
When you poppin you poppin
No wonder you shoppin you hop out and cop it and go
But you got to know that every dollar that you spend should make ya some mo
These bitches ain’t loving you
They lovin yo dough, they take it and go
These bitches ain’t nothing but scavengers
So I feed these hoes to my savages

[Hook]
Lit, lit, lit, lit
Lit, lit, lit, lit
Lit like a wick
Lit like a stick
I’m lit in this bitch
300 thou worth of ice on
I’m lit in this bitch
I’m lit like a wick
I’m lit like a stick
I’m lit in this bitch
I’m lit in this bitch

[Verse 3: Young Dolph]
Pulled up at the club
That muthafucka lit
That rich nigga shit
I just hit a lick
He like talkin shit
But I fucked his bitch
I keep buying all these muthafuckin cars I ain’t got no sense
I tell a fuck nigga fuck you nigga and the pussy nigga next to ya
Dolph walk up in that muthafucka and you see all these bitches lookin
I got this bitch lit, I got this bitch lit, I got that bitch lit
Roll me some weed fuck with some bitches
Tomorrow same shit different city

[Hook]
Lit, lit, lit, lit
Lit, lit, lit, lit
I’m lit like a wick
I’m lit like a stick
I’m lit in this bitch
I’m lit in this bitch
I’m lit like a wick
I’m lit like a stick
I’m lit in this bitch
I’m lit in this bitch

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Pull up wit ah stick – SahBabii lyrics

Lyrics SahBabii – Pull up wit ah stick

She loyal to the M.O.B
Poured a couple Cappos and 100 f*cking dons
Call up Slaughter Gang you’ll get yo sh*t popped
Dracco wit ah Drum this b*tch ain’t never gone stop
We on that 9th Ward sh*t
Slaughter Gang sh*t brings throw sh*t It’s the mob b*tch
We got M.O.B tides you just on our dick
Pull up wit ah stick and ya pus*y’s gettin hit.
Pull Up Wit ah Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
I put this on the team , Ima end
This life no beginning , f*ck a friend
b*tch i’m wit da mob, You can’t get in
We committed seeing
Free my niggas in the Pin.

Free O murder Mob sh*t
Big Sticks Get Gettin kept
Thought she was dancing on the dick that’s the clip
We gone shoot up in the air you gettin hit
This GF , we ain’t clickin up wit sh*t
Got ya hoe screaming “woeee woeeeee woee”
My verses seein, we gone “floww flow flow”
And you know we been having sh*t
All of these niggas is average
Swallow my dick just like a brisk
We 25 hundred no athrawrist so many blue strips
My pocket look like a crip
Throw up the pansents
f*ck nigga have it
Oh i’m mobbin you starvin
You a victim I’m robbing.

She loyal to the M.O.B
Poured a couple Cappos and 100 f*cking dons
Call up Slaughter Gang you’ll get yo sh*t popped
Dracco wit ah Drum this b*tch ain’t never gone stop
We on that 9th Ward sh*t
Slaughter Gang sh*t brings throw sh*t It’s the mob b*tch
We got M.O.B tides you just on our dick
Pull up wit ah stick and ya pus*y’s gettin hit
And ya pus*y’s gettin hit.

Pull Up Wit ah Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
I put this on the team , Ima end
This life no beginning , f*ck a friend
b*tch i’m wit da mob, You can’t get in
We committed seeing
Free my niggas in the Pin.

Free O murder
Mob sh*t Purp Gang dats my gang
Loaded Family, nigga ain’t no way i’m chang
Get the commas , get the cash , do the numbers
I been grinding all summer gettin dat lumber
Pull up we takin sh*t pull up we lay that sh*t down
You know we ain’t basic b*tch
Pull up on yo hood wit dem rounds
My wrist is on a 10
I’m in dat benz I let her get in No i ain’t her friend
Loso Loaded coming straight out the jungle
Loso Loaded coming straight out the dirty
Loso Loaded get that check on the 30
Loso Loaded get that check on the 1st
Crime paid did a lot that i chose
I’m slaughter gang , nigga draped up in gold
Head Cap yea it came wit da kit
Base Loaded nigga i’m on my sh*t
Burning Rubber on a purpdrokit
Pull up wit a stick and i let it hit
I pull up wit a stick and i let it hit
I pull up wit a stick and i let it hit.

Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
I put this on the team , Ima end
This life no beginning , f*ck a friend
b*tch i’m wit da mob, You can’t get in
We committed seeing
Free my niggas in the Pin
Free O murderrr.
SahBabii lyrics
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Travi$ Scott – Outside (feat. 21 Savage) (Birds In The Trap Sing Mcknight Album)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
All my niggas outside
Ain’t goin’ in
We been hangin’ outside
Ain’t goin’ in

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah automatic
Yeah always got it on me baby, automatic, yeah
Where I’m at is static, but it ain’t got traffic, yeah
Push up on me, them boys make you do a backflip
Balance on the beam, yeah balance on the beam, yeah
Do some shit I’ve never seen
Won’t you come out with the team, yeah
Yeah, you might just win a ring, yeah
While they home on they homescreens

[Hook: Travis Scott]
All my niggas outside
Ain’t goin’ in
We been hangin’ outside
Ain’t goin’ in

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
We been hangin’ outside, goin’ in
Outside not goin’ in
Pull up in a Lambo or just with the Benz
Checkin’ out, never checkin’ in
We been outside, not goin’ in
Hope you had a mattress when you sleepin’ on me
Hope you got some backup if you creepin’ on me
Cause just last week I rest in peace’d a homie
Why you do it? Why you switch up?
Was it for the image or for the pictures?
You always seem to show up when I’m at the mixes
Cause you know I’m not myself when I’m off the liquor
Off the lean, it’s always better off the lean

[Hook: Travis Scott]
All my niggas outside
Ain’t goin’ in
We been hangin’ outside
Ain’t goin’ in
All my niggas outside

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
21, 21, 21, 21
All my niggas outside, pillow talkin’ sneak dissin’
Get a nigga jaw wired
Beat yo baby mama throat so long she say her jaw’s tired
Young Savage get a nigga whacked cause I got mob ties, I’m a wise guy
All my niggas in the field
I’m draped in Avianne, I ain’t got a deal
Slaughter Gang and PDE, we killin’ shit for real
10 bad bitches, suckin dick and eatin’ pills
And I keep that Tommy nigga, and I ain’t talkin’ Hil
And I be on mud, I get mad if it spill
Bitch, I know your baby daddy probably wanna kill
I’m a real nigga, fuck niggas can’t feel
Plus I get inside that bowl and skurt, skurt, skurt
Hit it from the back pull up her skirt
I just copped that Bentley truck I skurt, skurt, skurt
Bitch, I’m outside on the percs, percs, percs

[Hook: Travis Scott]
All my niggas outside
Ain’t goin’ in
We been hangin’ outside
Ain’t goin’ in
All my niggas outside

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Lotto Savage – Trapped It Out (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane) letras

[Hook]
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out

[Verse 1]
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap going crazy
Junkie heat the dope, fiendin’ for the blow
Nosey old neighbor (double up)
Keep on calling twelve while pushing bail
Someone gon’ pay up
Pour up the 4’s and the lemonade while
We cook up in the microwave
TMT, Slaughter Gang
Gotta keep the choppa by the door
Fourty in the sofa, I’ve been whippin’ soda
Plug came in with the pains
Drop it in the soda, got me leanin’ over
Beat the block, and gotta feed the block
[?]
Selling ice cream to a dope fiend
Buying ice cream for the children

[Hook]
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out

[Verse 2]
If you take a picture, it’ll last longer
On your ass like some pants on you
Slaughtergang, slaughtergang, 2-gang, murdergang, smash homie
Trap house going crazy
Beat the block, now I’m having cash homie
All my nigga thinkin’ everybody bloody
Nigga playing, we gon’ spazz on him
I come from a Penny, no Hardaway
Now I heat the club and make a title wave
I got stain, I’m poppin’ like a microwave
I trapped the whole house out in Michael J
Michael Jackson that them Jimmy Choo
Drop the Mortal Kombat off and finish you
You tried to gain, nigga outbidded you
Lotto Savage having plenty juice

[Hook]
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out

[Outro]
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out

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21 Savage – Mind Yo Business (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

[Verse 1]
I can tell these nigga’s scared the way they talk
Gold pyrex, I put diamonds on my fork
Pull up on your block, white chalk
Chopper bullets skate, Tony Hawk
I’ma cut your fingers off if you shout
Pop a perc, hit the cup, nigga pause
Hundred round drum, round of applause
Bitches know I got that bag Santa Claus
I drink lean and I pop Xans
Slaughter Gang, we the Glock clan
Poppin’ molly nigga, San-Tan
I’m back on that bullshit again
I wanna fuck your best friend
I just went a bought a brand new Benz
Bitch I came from the bottom
We was starving, we was robbing

[Hook]
Mind your business, bitch
Mind your business, bitch
Mind your business, bitch
Mind your business, bitch
We ain’t with that friendly shit
That friendly shit
That friendly shit
That friendly shit
Catch ’em out back, roll the window down and smash
Another toe-tagged nigga laying in the grass

[Verse 2]
Five shooters in the back of the Uber nigga and they ready to shoot
I tie my laces, I dip in that bag nigga and I take me a boof
I’m the Slaughter King nigga, I don’t give a fuck about you
You get you some money, you get you some fame, these bitches gon’ come out the blue
Bullet holes in my body, paranoid I’ma pop it
If you snitchin’ I’ma pop it, wrong move, I’ma drop it
.15 in my sock, trappin’ at the bus stop
Came from a nickel rock, now I got a whole block

[Hook]
Mind your business, bitch
Mind your business, bitch
Mind your business, bitch
Mind your business, bitch
We ain’t with that friendly shit
That friendly shit
That friendly shit
That friendly shit
Catch ’em out back, roll the window down and smash
Another toe-tagged nigga laying in the grass

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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