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21 Savage & Metro Boomin – No Heart lyrics

[Hook]
Young Savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
Why these niggas cappin’ so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin’ all these rappers’ cards?
‘Cause these niggas pussy and I’m hard
I turn that fuckin’ soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I’m prayin’ to my Glock and my carbon

[Verse 1]
I sit back and read like Cat in the Hat
21 Savage, the cat with the MAC
21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood
But I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back
Stuart Little, heard these niggas some rats
Pockets full of cheese, bitch I got racks
I’m a real street nigga, bitch
I am not one of these niggas bangin’ on wax
Pussy niggas love sneak dissin’
‘Til I pull up on ’em, slap ’em out with the fire
Wet your mama’s house, wet your grandma’s house
Keep shootin’ until somebody die
So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar
Thought it was Fourth of July
You was with your friends playin’ Nintendo
I was playin’ ’round with that fire
Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Panthersville
Eighth grade started playin’ football
Then I was like fuck the field
Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out
Nigga like Holyfield
Fast forward nigga, 2016
And I’m screaming fuck a deal
Bad bitch with me, she so thick
I don’t even need a pill
I listen to your raps, thought you was hard
You ain’t even street for real
Niggas love sneak dissin’ on Twitter
They don’t want beef for real
And all these niggas play like they tough
‘Til a nigga get killed
‘Til a nigga get spilled, ’til your blood get spilled
I’ma “at” your favorite rapper, shoot him like I’m John Dill’
“I been with you since day one
Savage I ain’t even hatin’”
So what’s up with all that Instagram shit?
“Savage I was just playin’”
Y’all pussy niggas fakin’
Bitch I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you while your bitch naked
“Come on man, Savage you know I always play your mixtape”
Yeah, nigga fuck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes

[Hook]
Young Savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
Why these niggas cappin’ so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin’ all these rappers’ cards?
‘Cause these niggas pussy and I’m hard
I turn that fuckin’ soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I’m prayin’ to my Glock and my carbon

[Verse 2]
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he wrappin’ a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Chain swangin’, diamonds blangin’, hold up
Pistol swangin’, gang bangin’, hold up
Niggas actin’ like groupies, they don’t know us
Little do they know their bitches fuckin’ on the tour bus

[Hook]
Young Savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
Why these niggas cappin’ so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin’ all these rappers’ cards?
‘Cause these niggas pussy and I’m hard
I turn that fuckin’ soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I grew up in the streets without no heart

[Outro]
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he wrappin’ a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt

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Karmen Roze – No Heart lyrics

[INTRO]
Its ya girl, Karmen Roze, Royal Wave. See look, I really just hopped on my favorite beat. Shout out to 21. … Yo!

[HOOK]
Young Savage, why you trappin
Young Savage, why you
Huh, Why these niggas
Huh, Why these niggas
Young Savage, why you trappin
Young Savage, why you
Huh, Why these niggas
Huh, Why these niggas
Young Savage, why you trappin so hard

[VERSE 1]
Hold up, it’s a chick on the track
Dont mean I won’t put that stick to yo back
I dont get in my feelings
Just get in that bag
Mind ya own business
You might get a raise
You worried about me
Im worried about a check
I do it cuz I can
They call it a flex
I want it right now
Fuck being next
Badass Barbie from the westside
Dont let the pretty shit fool you
Got the tools to cool you
Shout out to my jeweler
Ice so cold
Ice on froze
I just Roze
GIMI MOR, GIMI MOR
I want everything in the vault
Put it all in the bag
Bring it back to the loft (gimme dat)

[HOOK]
Young Savage, why you trappin
Young Savage, why you
Huh, Why these niggas
Huh, Why these niggas
Young Savage, why you trappin
Young Savage, why you
Huh, Why these niggas
Huh, Why these niggas
Young Savage, why you trappin so hard

[VERSE 2]
They all claim “real”
But ain’t real like me
Can’t treat the whole team
Front the bill like me
We’re not the same
I’m a different breed
Can’t you see I’m a different way
We in different fields
We make different plays
I’m a breadwinner
You a op
I stayed down, never flip-flopped
I’m on the rise
See you at the top
WAIT
That’s if you make it
I got the drive, so imma take
Of course, to a hater, I sound bad
But they mad
Cuz they stuck
Can’t do what I do
I give NO fux
I dead competition
Deserve recognition, on a mission
Listen, the real gone feel this composition I’m dishin’
Not dissin’, just spittin’
Im gettin this money

[HOOK]
Young Savage, why you trappin
Young Savage, why you
Huh, Why these niggas
Huh, Why these niggas
Young Savage, why you trappin
Young Savage, why you
Huh, Why these niggas
Huh, Why these niggas
Young Savage, why you trappin so hard

[VERSE 3]
I get money at my leisure
Make some shake like a seizure
Just got approved for a visa
Now I’m on IG in Ibiza
But I’m still hood like a freeze cup
But I’m not sweet like a candy lady
If you Wanna feature
Tell ya man to pay me
Im gone need bout 3 – 80
Baby Im talking Caliber
First stream shooter
You a amateur
Take ya shots with a camera
But you have to get at my manager
Went to Ferraris from Challengers
Happy new year
Now you can go buy my calendar

[HOOK]
Young Savage, why you trappin
Young Savage, why you
Huh, Why these niggas
Huh, Why these niggas
Young Savage, why you trappin
Young Savage, why you
Huh, Why these niggas
Huh, Why these niggas
Young Savage, why you trappin so hard

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21 Savage & Metro Boomin – Pause

[Intro]
Aye
Hunnid K spent on a whip
Hunnid K spent on a whip
Hunnid K spent on a whip
Young Metro
Hunnid K spent on a whip, Metro
Hunnid K spent on a whip, Metro
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Hook]
Hunnid K spent on a whip, pause
Hunnid K spent on my bitch, pause
Hunnid K spent in the VIP, pause
Pause
Whipping up dope in the pot, pause
30 round clip on my Glock, pause
Pull up then somebody shot, pause
Pause

[Verse 1]
Niggas callin’ 12, yeah, niggas callin’ 12 (21)
We keep it in the street (bitch), we don’t want your ass in jail (bitch)
I got clientele (skrrt) off that triple beam scale (skrrt)
Got his ass killed tryna run off with a bale (21)
I just spent 15 hunnid on a belt (belt)
15 hunnid on my main bitch hair (21)
Yeah I’m real right, I took a oath not to tell
If you try the gang, we gon’ shoot you like Adele (pop-pop-pop)
I was runnin’ up with fifties, man, one-five for a fifty, man
I got a four hunnid, man, AK hold a hunnid, man
AK hold two hunnid, man, pull up in a mini-van (ooh)
Suckin’ on her titties, man, she gon’ fuck me an’ my man (what?)
I just walked up out the bank, fold my money, bitch, I can’t
I just drunk a hunnid pints, I just smoked a pound of dank

[Refrain]
Yeah, pause, yeah, pause
Yeah-yeah, pause, yeah, pause
Yeah-yeah, pause, yeah, pause
Wow, pause, wow, pause

[Verse 2]
Hit the dope, pause (skrrt)
Hit your ho, pause (skrrt)
Whip the bowl, pause (skrrt)
Rob the stove, pause (skrrt)
That was back in the day (the day)
But I still walk ’round with K’s (the Ks)
But I still catch me a case (a case)
Shot to the head, to the face (the face)
Bitch, I’m gon’ stay in your place (your place)
Bitch, I might nut on your face (your face)
Bitch, I might nut on your buddy (your buddy)
Bitch, ain’t no lovin’, no cuddlin’ (no cuddlin’)
Bitch, I’m gon’ shoot like I’m Butler (Butler, pow)
Young Savage shoot like D Rose, pause
Young Savage cuffin’ these hoes, (nah)
I ain’t got nothin’ but dick (but balls)
I be on syrup like i cough
Young Metro know that he hot, sauce
Wanna see me, then it’s gon’ cost
Went from the projects to a loft
Since I was young, I done broke laws
Since I was young, I done broke jaws
She suck the dick like she got four jowls
Bitch I’m a dog with no pause

[Refrain]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Hol’ up, bitch, hol’ up
What you talkin’ bout?
Bitch, bitch, it ain’t ’bout no check
Bitch, bitch, I don’t wanna hear that shit
Bitch, bitch, Young Savage in this bitch, bitch
Bitch, trynna nut on all on your main bitch
Bitch, bitch, I’m still with the gang, bitch
Bitch, better stay in your lane, bitch

[Outro]
Yeah, better stay in your lane, ho
Ayy, I got gas like Rainbow
Ayy, I got choppers like Rambo
Ayy, they just freed my nigga, Rambo
Ayy, Slaughter Gang, bitch, and we got ammo
Ayy, I don’t wear no mother-fuckin’ camo
Ayy, I just bought a mother-fuckin’ Lambo’
Ayy, I just popped the roof and popped the [?]
Fuck it, keep all that shit

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21 Savage – Money Convo (Issa Album)

[Verse 1]
Peon ass niggas
Levis and Adidas ass niggas
High point having ass niggas
I got a Glock and it don’t jam, I blast niggas
You a lovey dovey buy a ring nigga
I’m the type to pass her to the team, nigga
You went and bought that bitch Céline, nigga?
Now she fuckin’ me, I know you wanna kill her
And I sold dope on my 10 toes
We ain’t fallin’ out over freak hoes
21 Savage still in savage mode
I thought I told you I’m a savage on these hoes
Maybach with the curtains up
I’m with Nudy, he gon’ burn you up
Fake gangbangin’, nigga turned into a snitch
Went against that 21, I left him in a ditch

[Pre-Chorus]
Pull up
We like gas, we like gas, gas, gas
Hol’ up
We like cash, we like cash, cash, cash
Hol’ up
Wanna fuck me, I’m like yas, yas, yas
Hol’ up
VVS’ drippin’, dance, dance, dance

[Chorus]
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo

[Post-Chorus]
Bitch I came straight from the bottom, nigga and I’m still humble
Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble
AK-47s, M16s, they gon’ sting, bumble
Got your main bitch with me bent over eatin’ meat, gumbo

[Verse 2]
Money talk, yeah, nigga, cash talk, yeah, nigga
Ridin’ ’round with that yappa tryna duck the feds, nigga
Oh you drinkin’ green? Nope, only drink that red, nigga
Only fuck the bad hoes, buy my cars with cash, ho
Niggas know I blast off, pull up with the mask off
Air it out like aerosol, I robbed Peter and Paul
Bought a 488, finna act an asshole
I’ve been gettin’ so much money, they think I sold my damn soul
You a fake gangsta, you ain’t ever shot nobody
I don’t wanna hear them stories ’bout them fake bodies
Young Savage send a hit like John Gotti
Nigga get whacked, thinkin’ they hard ’cause they on molly
I’m the Saint Laurent Don, love to cash out
You a dick jumpin’ faggot, you a mascot
You beat your bitch ’cause she walk ’round with her ass out
They wanna rob me ’cause I walk ’round with that bag out
Drinkin’ syrup, lil’ bitch, I’m finna pass out
Never slippin’, Glock 40 with a red dot
Seven figure nigga, money all I talk about
You ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, what ya talkin’ ’bout?

[Chorus]
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo

[Post-Chorus]
Bitch I came straight from the bottom, nigga and I’m still humble
Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble
AK-47s, M16s, they gon’ sting, bumble
Got your main bitch with me bent over eatin’ meat, gumbo

[Outro]
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

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21 Savage – Dead People (Issa Album)

[Verse 1]
I’ma handle business
S600 big body and it’s tinted, just to handle business
Percocets they got me in my feelings
I drive that Range Rover like it’s rented
Hit ’em in the face, ‘fore you turn state
Gotta beat the case, we gon’ fuck your bae
We gon’ beat her face
Walked out of Wells Fargo and ran to Chase
Hopped out a Bentley truck and jumped inside the Wraith
Young Savage, I was trappin’ on the back street
All in traffic with that ratchet on the backseat
From the gutter, fake models don’t attract me
Got a project bitch, she love to get nasty

[Chorus]
I been drinkin’ syrup since Denny’s
Gotta keep it on me, niggas schemin’
Right pocket full of dead people
I been hangin’ with the dead people
I been hangin’ with the dead people
I been hangin’ with the dead people
All my pockets full of dead people
I done fell in love with dead people

[Verse 2]
Bitch you gettin’ comfortable, I don’t need you
You come around the gang, we might G you
She say don’t nobody fuck her like we do
You know I share everything with my people
My jewelry twinkle twinkle
Doin’ donuts in the foreign while it sprinkles
You keep callin’, I’m ignoring, bitch I’m single
You keep callin’, bitch I’m single like a pringle
You know I’m fly like G4
Bitch you riding in a pinto
Bitch you know your nigga lame like the Winslows
I’m 21 but you know PDE my kin folk

[Chorus]
I been drinkin’ syrup since Denny’s
Gotta keep it on me, niggas schemin’
Right pocket full of dead people
I been hangin’ with the dead people
I been hangin’ with the dead people
I been hangin’ with the dead people
All my pockets full of dead people
I done fell in love with dead people

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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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Lil Bibby – Squad (feat. 21 Savage)

[Intro: Lil Bibby]
I.Trez on the track
What they say they say?
They say you ain’t goin’ hard like you used to
Man what’s goin’ on?
They say they want that mothafuckin’ 2013 feel, man
What’s goin’ on, man?
They say you ain’t goin’ hard, Bib

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
I say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
Niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
Say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
I don’t rock with niggas, they some fakes and they’re frauds

[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
I say I don’t rock with niggas, ’cause they’re fake and they’re fraud
All my youngins pull his card, and they down to catch a charge
See you talk it, but I live it, yeah all my niggas with it
When it come to the money, I’m a savage, I go get it
I just be countin’ them faces, I just be flyin’ to places
Used to record in the basement, young Hov in the makin’
Bibby Ross, I’m the boss, buy it all, fuck the cost
Every king take a loss, goin’ hard, never soft

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
I say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
Niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
Say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
I don’t rock with niggas, they some fakes and they’re frauds

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Niggas actin’ like hoes
My watch VVS’, nigga and my teeth gold (bling)
I’ma shoot that choppa like a free throw
Bitch I’ma shoot that choppa like a free throw (21, 21)
You put a ring on that bitch and she a freak ho
I got three trap spots and I got four bowls
I got five AKs and I got six Uzis
I got seven bitches gettin’ ate in the jacuzzi (21, 21)
Young Savage and I taste like candy, wanna chew it?
Bitch I get that check, and you know a nigga blew it (21, 21)
Pull up on your street like Doe and cut the lights off (bitch)
VVS diamonds shinin’ when them lights off
Make you take your ice off (21)
She got a fat ass, and her nigga soft
Bitch I rep that double M like Rick Ross
My bitch bad, she say I’m poppin’ like her lip gloss
Got a big dick, finna fuck her lips up

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
I say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
Niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
Say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
I don’t rock with niggas, they some fakes and they’re frauds

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Lil Durk – Shooter2x Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk & 21 Savage]
I’mma say it 2 times with this money, money, on me, on me Gang!
We ain’t playin’ with this niggas man
Ay we different nigga
Boss shit!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it’s on me, on me
Why you tweakin’ ain’t my homie, homie (Gang!)
Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast
I’mma spaz, spaz, get on yo’ ass, ass (Gang! Gang!)
No need for vest, vest
Aim, aim, hit, hit, a chance, chance yes, yes (Dope)
Shooters, shooters with me, with me
Why you playin’ 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!)

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
Get the shots nigga, woah (21)
That stick gon’ sweep a nigga up, you better not hit the floor
SWAT team, Miles Burke, comin’ through the door (21)
Tommy gun woah
Trench coat woah
Lil’ bitch I know you heard how Young Savage scrap the bowl (skrt)
Motorola beepin’ (21)
VVSs fleekin’ (fleek)
Lil Durk he got the 30 on him, he might get to tweakin’ (21)
I just pulled up on yo’ main bitch and you know she freaky (ya dig)
She know I ain’t no sleeper (I dig)
Time to call a uber (21)
Young Savage man I bought a draco for my shooter (21, 21)
MAC 11 smoke yo’ baby daddy like some hookah (ya dig)
We got Glocks, Ks, TECs, nigga and bazookas (straight up)
Clip long like a ruler (straight up!)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it’s on me, on me
Why you tweakin’ ain’t my homie, homie (Gang!)
Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast
I’mma spaz, spaz, get on yo’ ass, ass (Gang! Gang!)
No need for vest, vest
Aim, aim, hit, hit, a chance, chance yes, yes (Dope)
Shooters, shooters with me, with me
Why you playin’ 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Me I just came out of poverty
I just spend 50 on property
I’m from the streets to the gun violence
Glocks annihilate you probably
I pour up a four for my dead guys
My hood is more than a block to me
I keep a jock on me, a couple killas ain’t no opps with me
Bitches want sex I want all mouth
We be them niggas they talkin’ ’bout
I’m saucin’ I’m walkin’, I’m Wayne now
Don’t treat I’m coolin’ with gang now
Overdose I’m like Wayne now
Before we was strapped like Girbaud jeans
Now we spend 50 on chains now
And we put 50 on things now
Booty died from dialysis
Opp niggas was the happiest
The city know we be wacking shit
Real killa, ain’t know accident
Crackin’ calls with the MACs and shit
Got the pounds and I’m matchin’ shit
Guns and dope in the mattress shit
Fuck nigga with the actin’ shit
Gang!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it’s on me, on me
Why you tweakin’ ain’t my homie, homie (Gang!)
Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast
I’mma spaz, spaz, get on yo’ ass, ass (Gang! Gang!)
No need for vest, vest
Aim, aim, hit, hit, a chance, chance yes, yes (Dope)
Shooters, shooters with me, with me
Why you playin’ 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!)

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Dae Dae – Bullshit (feat. 21 Savage)

[Intro: Dae Dae]
I just came up on a fucking lick ho
I’m not going for it shit no more
I just turned up for my motherfucking homies
Where you were when I was going through that bullshit?
Where you were when I was going through that bullshit?
(We got London on the track)

[Verse 1: Dae Dae]
Daddy got three, my brother took a two
Been through so much shit, feel like I got shit to lose
Road to hell way hot, my daddy out in there
I just made your big homie pipe down, ya-ya
I ain’t nothing to play with, I got childrens
Lil bitch, where you were when it was blurry? Ya-ya-ya
A lot of shit done changed, my mama doing good, ya
I been spending a lot of money on shit I shouldn’t
Love life a movie, this shit outrageous
I just dropped that motherfucking Love Life Pages
Dae Dae came up quick that shit ridiculous
In Atlanta trap you heard that DefAnition, ya-ya

[Hook: Dae Dae]
Bullshit, going through that bullshit
Where-where you was?
Where you was when I was going through that bullshit?
Where-where you was? Yeah

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Woah, nigga where you was?
I done trapped on boulevard where they was screaming cuz
And when I trapped on boulevard I was still a blood
That Glock 40 with a 30, nigga facts nigga
Young Savage got a lot of fucking racks nigga
Young Savage get a pussy nigga whacked nigga
Where your ass was at when I ain’t had scraps nigga?
Now you want Louis V and red bottoms, stop it ho
I came straight from the bottom and I’m cocky ho
Ain’t no convo if them panties ain’t dropping ho
You better suck me, you better fuck me
Knock your favorite rapper over like Humpty
When I was young, girl’s cousin used to hunch me
I got rich, my baby mamas tryna dump me
They like "why your engine right there where your trunk be?"
Bull shit, bitch you know that pussy funky
Milly Rock, Milly Rock, diamonds do the Milly Rock
Bullshit, bullshit, you can get a full clip
Pull up in something nasty nigga, yeah I’m on that "oh shit"
Bitch you know I’m tacky, know I’m hot, know I got pull bitch

[Dae Dae]
Bullshit, going through that bullshit
Where-where you was?
Where you was when I was going through that bullshit?
Where-where you was? Yeah

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Dae Dae – Bullshit

[Intro: Dae Dae]
I just came up on a fucking lick ho
I’m not going for it shit no more
I just turned up for my motherfucking homies
Where you were when I was going through that bullshit?
Where you were when I was going through that bullshit?
(We got London on the track)

[Verse 1: Dae Dae]
Daddy got three, my brother took a two
Been through so much shit, feel like I got shit to lose
Road to hell way hot, my daddy out in there
I just made your big homie pipe down, ya-ya
Ain’t nothing to play with, I got childrens
Lil bitch, where you were when it was blurry? Ya-ya-ya
A lot of shit done changed, my mama doing good, ya
I been spending a lot of money on shit I shouldn’t
Live like a movie, this shit outrageous
I just dropped that motherfucking (?)
Then they came up on that shit ridiculous
In Atlanta trap you heard that definition, ya-ya

[Hook: Dae Dae]
Bullshit, going through that bullshit
Where-where you was?
Where you was when I was going through that bullshit?
Where-where you was? Yeah

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Woah, nigga where you was?
I done trapped on boulevard where they was screaming cuz
And when I trapped on boulevard I was still a blood
That Glock 40 with a 30, nigga facts nigga
Young Savage got a lot of fucking racks nigga
Young Savage get a pussy nigga whacked nigga
Where your ass was at when I ain’t had scraps nigga?
Now you on Louis V and red bottoms, stop it ho
I came straight from the bottom and I’m cocky ho
Ain’t no convo if those panties ain’t dropping ho
You better suck me, you better fuck me
Knock your favorite rapper over like Humpty
When I was young, girl’s cousin used to hunch me
I got rich, my baby mamas tryna dump me
They like “why your engine right there where your trunk be?”
Bull shit, bitch you know that pussy funky
Milly Rock, Milly Rock, diamonds do the Milly Rock
Bullshit, bullshit, you can get a full clip
Pull up in something nasty nigga, yeah I’m on that “oh shit”
Bitch you know I’m tacky, know I’m hot, know I got pull bitch

[Dae Dae]
Bullshit, going through that bullshit
Where-where you was?
Where you was when I was going through that bullshit?
Where-where you was? Yeah

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Dae Dae – Bullshit Lyrics

[Intro: Dae Dae]
I just came up on a fucking lick ho
I’m not going for it shit no more
I just turned up for my motherfucking homies
Where you were when I was going through that bullshit?
Where you were when I was going through that bullshit?
(We got London on the track)

[Verse 1: Dae Dae]
Daddy got three, my brother took a two
Been through so much shit, feel like I got shit to lose
Road to hell way hot, my daddy out in there
I just made your big homie pipe down, ya-ya
Ain’t nothing to play with, I got childrens
Lil bitch, where you were when it was blurry? Ya-ya-ya
A lot of shit done changed, my mama doing good, ya
I been spending a lot of money on shit I shouldn’t
Live like a movie, this shit outrageous
I just dropped that motherfucking (?)
Then they came up on that shit ridiculous
In Atlanta trap you heard that definition, ya-ya

[Hook: Dae Dae]
Bullshit, going through that bullshit
Where-where you was?
Where you was when I was going through that bullshit?
Where-where you was? Yeah

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Woah, nigga where you was?
I done trapped on boulevard where they was screaming cuz
And when I trapped on boulevard I was still a blood
That Glock 40 with a 30, nigga facts nigga
Young Savage got a lot of fucking racks nigga
Young Savage get a pussy nigga whacked nigga
Where your ass was at when I ain’t had scraps nigga?
Now you on Louis V and red bottoms, stop it ho
I came straight from the bottom and I’m cocky ho
Ain’t no convo if those panties ain’t dropping ho
You better suck me, you better fuck me
Knock your favorite rapper over like Humpty
When I was young, girl’s cousin used to hunch me
I got rich, my baby mamas tryna dump me
They like “why your engine right there where your trunk be?”
Bull shit, bitch you know that pussy funky
Milly Rock, Milly Rock, diamonds do the Milly Rock
Bullshit, bullshit, you can get a full clip
Pull up in something nasty nigga, yeah I’m on that “oh shit”
Bitch you know I’m tacky, know I’m hot, know I got pull bitch

[Dae Dae]
Bullshit, going through that bullshit
Where-where you was?
Where you was when I was going through that bullshit?
Where-where you was? Yeah

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21 Savage & Metro Boomin – No Heart letras

[Hook]
Young Savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
Why these niggas cappin’ so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin’ all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I’m hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I’m praying to my Glock and my card

[Verse 1]
I sit back and read like Cat in the Hat
21 Savage, the cat with the MAC
21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood but I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back
Stuart Little, heard these niggas some rats
Pockets full of cheese, bitch I got racks
I’m a real street nigga bitch
I am not one of these niggas bangin’ on wax
Pussy niggas love sneak dissing ’til I pull up on ’em, slap ’em out with the fire
Wet your mama’s house, wet your grandma’s house, keep shootin’ until somebody die
So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar, thought it was Fourth of July
You was with your friends playing Nintendo, I was playin’ ’round with that fire
Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Pantherville
Eighth grade started playin’ football, then I was like fuck the field
Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out, nigga like Holyfield
Fast forward nigga, 2016 and I’m screaming fuck a deal
Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don’t even need a pill
I listen to your raps, thought you was hard
You ain’t even street for real
Niggas love sneak dissing on twitter
They don’t want beef for real
And all these niggas play like they tough
’till a nigga get killed
’till a nigga get spilled, ’til your blood get spilled
I’ma at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I’m John Dill’
“I been with you since day one, Savage I ain’t even hating”
So what’s up with all that Instagram shit?
“Savage I was just playin'”
Y’all pussy niggas fakin’, bitch I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you while your bitch naked
“Come on man, Savage you know I always play your mixtape”
Yeah nigga fuck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes

[Hook]
Young Savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
Why these niggas cappin’ so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin’ all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I’m hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I’m praying to my Glock and my card

[Verse 2]
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he wrappin’ a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Chain swangin’, diamonds blangin’, hold up
Pistol swangin’, gang bangin’, hold up
Niggas actin’ like groupies, they don’t know us
Little do they know their bitches fuckin’ on the tour bus

[Hook]
Young Savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
Why these niggas cappin’ so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin’ all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I’m hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I grew up in the streets without no heart

[Outro]
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin’ a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt

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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

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21 Savage – Help Me (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

[Hook]
Help me, can you help me?
I got fifty bags of gas, can you help me?
I just cooked another brick, can you help me?
Help me, can you help me?
I pulled up in a Fisker then I pulled off in a Tesla
Thought this shit was sweet, I left his ass on a stretcher
I don’t catch feelings, I’m too busy catching Deltas

[Verse 1]
Pull up in the trenches, pull up in the trenches!
I said that shit on woe, dog
I got the juice like O-Dog
I got ‘caine like I’m Kane
Me and Lotto in that fucking Fisker switching lanes
Pull up on a pussy nigga and fuck on his main
I just spent a fifty-thousand dollars on a chain
I just spent a twenty on a motherfucking ring
Young Savage bitch, I got this shit off cocaine
Skrt, skrt, skrt
Pull up on your bitch and give her that skrr
Pull up on your bitch and drop that work
Yeah, and I’m still getting paid
Bitches getting slaughtered, man these bitches getting slayed
Keep that Glock 40, dare a nigga to touch my chain
I shoot this motherfucker like my name Max Payne

[Hook]
Help me, can you help me?
I got fifty bags of gas, can you help me?
I just cooked another brick, can you help me?
Help me, can you help me?
I pulled up in a Fisker then I pulled off in a Tesla
Thought this shit was sweet, I left his ass on a stretcher
I don’t catch feelings, I’m too busy catching Deltas

[Verse 2]
I’m a dog like Michael Vick
I used to sell them Michael Vicks
I can’t even lie, I ain’t never sold a brick
But I got some partners who done really sold them bricks
Young Savage bitch and I done really hit them licks
I really put that pistol on these pussy nigga’s shit
Run up on a nigga, better take a nigga shit
If your diamond’s hitting you could take a nigga bitch
I hit four hundred and went a bought a ‘vette
Your diamonds so cloudy, who the fuck sold you that shit?
You know damn well don’t no Rolex fucking tick
*Get your motherfucking money up nigga, try again nigga, 21*
Oil[?] base dope, I gotta try again
Dope got wet, it gotta dry again
Pussy ass rappers telling lies again
*Pussy ass, bitch ass* fuck boy

[Hook]
Help me, can you help me?
I got fifty bags of gas, can you help me?
I just cooked another brick, can you help me?
Help me, can you help me?
I pulled up in a Fisker then I pulled off in a Tesla
Thought this shit was sweet, I left his ass on a stretcher
I don’t catch feelings, I’m too busy catching Deltas

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22 Savage – No Heart letras

[Hook]
Young Savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
Why these niggas cappin’ so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin’ all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I’m hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I’m praying to my Glock and my card

[Verse 1]
I sit back and read like Cat in the Hat
21 Savage, the cat with the MAC
21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood but I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back
Stuart Little, heard these niggas some rats
Pockets full of cheese, bitch I got racks
I’m a real street nigga bitch
I am not one of these niggas bangin’ on wax
Pussy niggas love sneak dissing ’til I pull up on ’em, slap ’em out with the fire
Wet your mama’s house, wet your grandma’s house, keep shootin’ until somebody die
So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar, thought it was Fourth of July
You was with your friends playing Nintendo, I was playin’ ’round with that fire
Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Pantherville
Eighth grade started playin’ football, then I was like fuck the field
Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out, nigga like Holyfield
Fast forward nigga, 2016 and I’m screaming fuck a deal
Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don’t even need a pill
I listen to your raps, thought you was hard
You ain’t even street for real
Niggas love sneak dissing on twitter
They don’t want beef for real
And all these niggas play like they tough
’till a nigga get killed
’till a nigga get spilled, ’til your blood get spilled
I’ma at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I’m John Dill’
“I been with you since day one, Savage I ain’t even hating”
So what’s up with all that instagram shit?
“Savage I was just playin'”
Y’all pussy niggas fakin’, bitch I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you while your bitch naked
“Come on man, Savage you know I always play your mixtape”
Yeah nigga fuck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes

[Hook]
Young Savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
Why these niggas cappin’ so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin’ all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I’m hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I’m praying to my Glock and my card

[Verse 2]
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin’ a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Chain swangin’, diamonds blangin’, hold up
Pistol swangin’, gang bangin’, hold up
Niggas actin’ like groupies, they don’t know us
Little do they know their bitches fuckin’ on the tour bus

[Hook]
Young Savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
Why these niggas cappin’ so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin’ all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I’m hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I grew up in the streets without no heart

[Outro]
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin’ a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt