Savage
You could've told me you were savage
Now I'm mad and embarrassed
Lord, I fell I'm like Paris
Not my plan to get married
Said, it's not my plan to get married
All of this money that I carry
Smoking loudly like Paris
I would die for you if you dare me
Though you wish me bad, you might parish
She said meet my dad and I'm nervous
He be looking I'm [?] on purpose
And if he get mad you deserve it
You could've told me you were savage
Now I'm mad and embarrassed
Lord, I fell I'm like Paris
Not my plan to get married
You could've said
You been living for the damage
You were nothing like the others
Really should've said you were savage
Now I dig her dealing with the damage
And that's ok, I ain't even mad
Big trip caused me a big bag
Small checks I ain't even turn left
One man coat is another man trash
(Could've told me you were savage)
You could've told me you were savage
Now I'm mad and embarrassed
Lord, I fell I'm like Paris
Not my plan to get married
"You worried about my husband's safety?
No one in this world can kill the man he's a cucaracha.
And I mean that in every sense of the word.
Sometimes you just wanna crush his little filthy head with
your shoe. That motherfucker is unkillable, so you can't relax."
Now I'm mad and embarrassed
Lord, I fell I'm like Paris
Not my plan to get married
Said, it's not my plan to get married
All of this money that I carry
Smoking loudly like Paris
I would die for you if you dare me
Though you wish me bad, you might parish
She said meet my dad and I'm nervous
He be looking I'm [?] on purpose
And if he get mad you deserve it
You could've told me you were savage
Now I'm mad and embarrassed
Lord, I fell I'm like Paris
Not my plan to get married
You could've said
You been living for the damage
You were nothing like the others
Really should've said you were savage
Now I dig her dealing with the damage
And that's ok, I ain't even mad
Big trip caused me a big bag
Small checks I ain't even turn left
One man coat is another man trash
(Could've told me you were savage)
You could've told me you were savage
Now I'm mad and embarrassed
Lord, I fell I'm like Paris
Not my plan to get married
"You worried about my husband's safety?
No one in this world can kill the man he's a cucaracha.
And I mean that in every sense of the word.
Sometimes you just wanna crush his little filthy head with
your shoe. That motherfucker is unkillable, so you can't relax."
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Writer(s): Sibabalwe Fiphaza, Modisaotsile Godfrey Mvundla
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