21 Savage - b**h n***a lyrics

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21 Savage - b**h n***a lyrics

Yea n***a What's up with all that Twitter sh** n***a you was talking n***a? What you thought I was like the rest of these rap n***as n***a? Na n***a we gone catch you at the show n***a and beat the sh** outcha 21 b**h n***a please [x7] Got a hundred P's, in the trunk of my car Got a hundred G's, in the trunk of my car Got a hundred choppas, on the block, what you want Got a hundred shooters, they'll give you want you want Give you what you want I'll give you what you want b**h I got a choppa in my motherf**in' trunk Pop the trunk, pull it out, n***a then I dump Pop the trunk, pull it out, n***a better run Aye I'm 21 savage b**h I whip the work Aye 21 savage b**h I whip the work Aye I pull up on yo b**h and then yo b**h gone flirt Aye I pull her panties down and hit her through her skirt b**h I just bought a new Corvette Young savage I run through all them checks I like poppin' f**ing Percocets She gone s** me up and give me s** b**h n***a please [x7] Got a hundred P's, in the trunk of my car Got a hundred G's, in the trunk of my car Got a hundred choppas, on the block, what you want Got a hundred shooters, they'll give ya want you want I load up the choppa hoe b**h I'm robber hoe You just a rapper hoe Don't make clap ya hoe I scrape the sides of the bowl I scrape the sides a lil more I just might wipe ya nose Strip a n***a out his clothes b**h I'm sticking to the code Young savage won't fold Hundreds on me won't fold 20 thousand on gold Broke a**, rapping a**, p**y a**, b**h a** n***a I'll slap ya Slaughter gang, Murda gang, 21 gang n***a we'll clap ya 21! b**h n***a please f** n***a please p**y n***a please Hoe n***a please Scary n***a please f** n***a please b**h n***a please Got a hundred P's, in the trunk, of yo car I got a hundred choppas, dropped down on yo car n***a I'm young savage n***a I'm young savage

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