F****n N****z Bitches

21, 21, slaughter your daughter
Hey man, I been fucking with your daughter my whole life
Skrr-skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr
21, 21, 21, Jackie Jay, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21

I'm sippin' Act', I'm sippin' Act'
This shit here worth more than cocaine
Come get your ho (skrr, skrr), I got your ho
She say she wanna hang with the gang (skrr)
I wanna Bentley I want a 'Rari
Wanna buy my bitch a ring (a ring)
Yeah, I'm fresh up out the trap
But, bitch, I'm dressed in Balmain
You niggas know I rep that murder

Terrorisin' Like Hussein
And my niggas juggin', servin'
Bouldercrest to Oakland Lane (21, 21)
Trappin' hard, I'm trappin' hard
My money taller than Jermaine
Them young nigga ready to roll, yeah
Give a fuck about your stain
I hit your ho for 'bout a hour
Took a shower then I changed
And I gave her a few hundred

'Cause I didn't have no change
I spent a twenty on a Rollie
With no diamonds it was plain
Now the Feds investigating
But I'm stiffer than a Manne

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Fucking niggas bitches (yeah)
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Fuckin' all these bitches (21)
Fuckin' all these bitches (bitches)
Fuckin' all these bitches (slaughter)
Fuckin' all these bitches (your daughter)

Fuckin' niggas bitches (bitches), countin' all these digits (digits)
I gave that ho a cross, since she wanna act like a pigeon (a pigeon)
Bitch, I'm 21 Savage, all my cases get dismisses (21)
Ridin' with your baby mama, she gonna blow me like a whistle (21, 21, 21)
I pulled up on your bitch, she sucked my pickle for a nickel (shh)
I still don't trust these bitches, so I hit her with my pistol
You know Slaughter Gang with me, put some shots inside your temple (pew, pew, pew)
Still that same young nigga, (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) come through, bustin' like a pimple

I'm pourin' syrup in my double cup, she asked to hit my cup (What?)
Told that bitch she hit my double cup, she got to let me fuck (21), I don't give a fuck
Still runnin' off with niggas bucks, jump out the cut
With the .40 tucked, niggas better duck (pow, pow)
Hundred rounds from out that choppa, ambulance gonna pick him up (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Nigga, miss me with that rap shit, I'll still hit you up, that's on my momma
I was robbin', I was takin', I was young, I swear to God, a 50 slab of summer mid, that was my bond (21)

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Fucking niggas bitches (21)
Fucking niggas bitches (21)
Fuckin' all these bitches (bitches)
Fuckin' all these bitches (21)
Fuckin' all these bitches (slaughter)
Fuckin' all these bitches (your daughter)



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Writer(s): Sheyaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Bryant Allen Miller
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