Savage-Slim Jesus
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TXT Savage-Slim Jesus 文本歌词
Flexing done turned a ni**a savage, I swear I don't give a f**k about sh*t now
My b**ch do everything for me, I don't even give a f**k about my b**ch now
Got a couple labels calling my phone, so I'm 'finna hit the block with a whole brick now
Make shorty 'nem get down with the get-downs
Stand up for his homie, make his a** sit down!
Shorty I got clout, know you better watch your mouth
Cause I got a couple hitters out south
That'll pop up at a ni**a crib
And they already in
Like they got a set of keys to your house
Got a couple hoes - thick and pretty as f**k
That'll set a ni**a up, for a little bit of nothing
And they ain't even got a problem with you f**king
After the job done, niggas want they money
Real life, definition of savage
Steal a ni**a life like he had want me to have it
Your b**ch wanna' f**k cause she not that your average designer logos be on all of my fabrics
But I'ma go crazy on all of these tracks
And her crump in her face, while she calling me back
If I don't answer, she gonna keep calling me back
Texting me like - why you never follow me back?
They keep calling me this, they keep calling me that
But I don't give a f**k what a hater got to say about me!
They let me out on papers, got bond money on deck
So the county, won't get a day up out me
I got shorties trying to put in work for me
That's like ten, eleven years old
I never expected this, I used to give them dollars when they were like seven years old
Now they bad a** asking me for poles
They know every word to all of my songs
Unknown numbers calling my phone, I ain't trying to talk, leave me alone!
Knowing me I'm in the pole where it's cold
Really on the road somewhere doing shows!
You can catch me on the mag with the moes
Posted on Sunnyside with some hoes
But I'm on Lawrence Ave, where them folks be at
Why you looking for me? Hoe you know where we at!
Not from over there, but you over there, don't got caught somewhere, you ain't supposed to be at!
If you hanging with them, we gonna let it be that
Why you taking pictures where you never be that?
Gotta keep that b**ch on us, wherever we at
If you scared go to church where the reverend be at!
And I ain't scared, ni**a
How I be lacking if I ain't dead, ni**a?
I'll put a quarter pound on your head, ni**a
Watch shorty smoke it off with his friends, ni**a
One so dead ni**a
I'm the man, ni**a
I can't stand niggas
I used to do the hits, now I'm paying niggas
60-30 I got caught again
But I keep that b**ch on me just cause I can
And I ain't scared, ni**a
How I be lacking if I ain't dead, ni**a?
I'll put a quarter pound on your head, ni**a
Watch shorty smoke it off with his friends, ni**a
One so dead ni**a
I'm the man, ni**a
I can't stand niggas
I used to do the hits, now I'm paying niggas
60-30 I got caught again
But I keep that b**ch on me just cause I can
F**k a friend, I keep Spazz with me
Cause I know my little brother gonna blast with me
If you want he'll go get on your a** for me
Keep me gun, and some w**d, and some gas with me
F**k a b**ch ni**a, and his b**ch ni**a
Gino wet him up, he address niggas
Tried to set me up, but you missed ni**a
I'm from the pole where it's colder than "Briss", ni**a!
It's "The F**king Guys," in my f**king eyes
Be this way till the day I go f**king blind
Gotta couple forties, gotta couple nines
Gave 'em to my shorties
Show 'em where to find all the ops at
Pop that, never mind where the cops at?
My gat it'll knock a ni**a block back
F**k that, y'all know where the thots at?
You gon' f**k around wit them f**k arounds
You gon' f**k around and get f**ked around
Keep the thirties I just need a couple rounds
Head shots got a ni**a ducking down
Red dots got a ni**a sFace shots make a ni**a look
I be going hard, got these niggas hooks
Spitting only bars like a ni**a book
Me and B-U Double riding in a foreign flying past niggas that act like we don't know 'em
They say we won't make it, broski, we gonna show up on they a**, niggas ain't got nothing for 'em
They say when I come through I'll be with something that'll cook a ni**a like I'm George Forman
Nina Sarafina that's my little b**ch
She'll do your whole clique
I keep that b**ch horny, ah!
