Savage Pt. 2

Savage
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Savage
Savage

Fell sleep on the plane woke up in another state
Tsa steady getting complaints cuz I smell like I smuggled a eighth
Ex called seen my car at the bank gold links call me shaba ranks
We can bet our pinks who want to race
If i lose i got more in the safe
Zl1's not no z28's
2,500 im on the way
5k i just bought you a grave
If she leave aint no rekindling flames
She be lucky I remember her name
Big 40 make you dash like dame
Big 40 hit yo ass like bang
Soft 40 ima spend on a chain
Hoe im traping fuck a minimum wage
Disrespectful i will spit in your face
Mix the lean with the pink lemonade
God damn i been sleepin for days
Lord knows dat i need to pray
Naw we aint shooting blanks 40 crack him like a vase
Must got crack in his veins trying to go against the grain
Anything for da fame
Damn you one of them type niggas
Scared to go jail cuz it aint no guns and you got to fist fight niggas
You better live right nigga
Still wearing north face jackets with the blicky in the inside zipper

Savage
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Credits
Writer(s): Travis Joel Richard
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