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no savage - angels & gangstaz lyrics

[intro]
it’s crazy a b_tch n_gga snitched, i thought we was better than that, better than that
i seen n_ggas goin’ to h_ll, them boys wasn’t wrappin’ the, wrappin’ the sack
i seen n_ggas go in that jail when they wasn’t wrappin’ the sack, b_tch
mob, run that b_tch, uh, uh, i saw a—
uh, uh

[chorus]
i saw a street n_gga fold, i thought he was better than that (better than that)
got opp n_gga callin’ my phone, i’m ridin’ ’round catchin’ a nat (i want the b_tch neck)
and i know you n_ggas be goin’ to jail, not reppin’ the set (they ain’t reppin’ the set)
i’m cut from a whole different cloth, i never could f_ck with a rat (these n_ggas be rats)
i kidnap an opp_ass n_gga, then torture his ass with a bat, uh (i smash in his head with a bat)
bangin’ like i’m in a gang, k!ll a n_gga for some rep (i need my f_ckin’ respect)
i do what i do, houdini the work, make this sh_t go poof
we run in your house, where the f_ck is the loot?
he don’t give it up, we gon’ hit him with twenty_two
(my angel a gangster, that sh_t livin’ through me)

[verse]
opps sayin’ they got drop on the spot
we pushin’ up on ’em soon as they get back
i’m hittin’, they hurdlin’ like they in track
n_ggas be shootin’, but whole time hot
hah, cap_ass n_gga
i’m a i get you got_ass n_gga
pack up the dope, throw the boot to the white b_tches
ain’t n0body with me ’cause savage don’t like n_ggas
i give you convo, but i can’t f_ck with you
i check n_ggas’ temperatures, seein’ what’s up with ’em
you get you some money, you might got cut n_ggas
uh, n_ggas be sneaky, you know that sh_t risky
i see through the sh_t if a n_gga act fishy
big glock on my hip, point it right to his biscuit
he made a choice, one stupid decision
and the side of his top got blew through the window
think we goin’ out sad and i’ma start spinnin’
any car wop ridin’ in gotta be tinted
n_ggas be k!llin’ for names, tellin’ everybody they did it
n0body know ’bout the times i hit sh_t
if i’m in the car, then you go hear some big sh_t
i’m makin’ fake pages, tryna trick sh_t
i came out the cut, he thought it was trick, b_tch
he sayin’ sh_t, but he don’t know the definition
young n_gga dumb, youngin don’t listen
tell a n_gga like me come fishin’
get up on him, put some holes in him for him slippin’
now your hood got put you to rest
sh_t real smoke, we ain’t doin’ no messages
i bought a crate full of dracs from a mexican
spankin’ and swappin’, b_tch, we just finessin’
that b_tch ate my nut like she drinkin’ a beverage
n0body know why she ate, i don’t tell it
b_tch wrote a book and ended up on ellen
one on the one, that’s what i’m sellin’
’bout to go get a license to tote on that weapon
i hope a n_gga don’t come try to test it
i’m a young n_gga with a lot of revenue
hit the pot and throw my junkie the residue
you can move how you want, but you gotta stay cool
stay tight and be smart, you can’t let n_ggas fool you
if you give a b_tch somethin’, she might try use you
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout all, but that’s what they usually do
that b_tch got the sauce, ooh
wop can’t f_ck her, that b_tch ran_through
b_tch, how you f_ck all of them dudes?
when i got the word what you do, it f_cked up my mood
[chorus]
i saw a street n_gga fold, i thought he was better than that (better than that)
got opp n_gga callin’ my phone, i’m ridin’ ’round catchin’ a nat (i want the b_tch neck)
and i know you n_ggas be goin’ to jail, not reppin’ the set (they ain’t reppin’ the set)
i’m cut from a whole different cloth, i never could f_ck with a rat (these n_ggas be rats)
i kidnap an opp_ass n_gga, then torture his ass with a bat, uh (i smash in his head with a bat)
bangin’ like i’m in a gang, k!ll a n_gga for some rep (i need my f_ckin’ respect)
i do what i do, houdini the work, make this sh_t go poof
we run in your house, where the f_ck is the loot?
he don’t give it up, we gon’ hit him with twenty_two
(my angel a gangster, that sh_t livin’ through me)

- no savage lyrics

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