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Gave It Back
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21 Savage
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(Flexin' on that b*t*h, hold up) Know it's either us or them And we'd never f**k with them (FOREVEROLLING) Ten thousand in Benz, two hundred all in a Ford Five hundred cash, no rent, baby, it's yours Jet to the moon when I get bored You still got your rose Patek, Doggy Bone? Of course Twelve hundred the horse Nine hundred the torque (Skrrt) Light tap the pedal and watch this b*t*h twerk Lot of sh*t n***as doin', I was doin' it first Like puttin' n***as on shirts, sellin' it like it's merch Free GottiBandz and Dirt, no, I don't f**k with no Percs N***as won't buy a bag, but n***as'll buy a purse I guess 'causе I'm turnt, I'm 'posed to go through the worst Val got me in church, co-signing thе service All my Sprites dirty, twenty-three with a thirty No attempts for me, I only been doing murders Tommy went through the weed and Money went through the Gerber He ain't with us, then search him, strip him, f**k n***as Promethazine in my soda like, ''F**k liquor'' Yeah, half a ticket on my neck, this a Lamb', not a 'Vette She wanna be my b*t*h, make her sit on it, and fetch In two friends' group text, "Doggy, hit 'em next" And we was beefing with him 'til we seen he was a rat And last opp died, y'all ain't slide yet And last opp cried, whole squads got wet I heard n***as' words wasn't sh*t on they block I really run my city if I'm rappin' or I'm not Yeah, I see a dumb n***a, make a living out the pot I'm a seven-figure n***a, I ain't sleepin' on no cot A half a million and killers come get it while it's hot And me and your n***a more than different, bae, he an opp And he don't know the feeling 200K on a watch He only know the feeling 200K on his top I'm 'posed to believe y'all killers, all them attempteds? I made sh*t get missing all while becoming the richest I heard about through word of mouth, how you couldn't stack attention You puttin' 'em in danger, you livin' with all them b*t*hes I told her, "I got five grand, here, go start a business'' And since we got up with you, that should let you know she did it Don't care how many chains y'all give him, he not official Get every single drop you can find, I got a nickel Yeah, half a ticket on my neck, this a Lamb', not a 'Vette She wanna be my b*t*h, make her sit on it, and fetch In two friends' group text, "Doggy, hit 'em next" And we was beefing with him 'til we seen he was a rat And last opp died, y'all ain't slide yet And last opp cried, whole squads got wet I heard n***as' words wasn't sh*t on they block I really run my city if I'm rappin' or I'm not
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