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savage – ap freestyle كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(gang sh_t no suburban b_tch)
(amna is a b_tch)

[verse 1: nickgurt]
(yeah) 1 mill a day im moving to hot you know i’m the king of this sh_t
got so rich, i’m spending 20k on all of my fits
both of them grew up in the burbs and talk about free tay_k
if you don’t stfu about it i’m gonna have to get my ak
slap yo b_tchass we ain’t playin’
y’all g_y that’s what we sayin’
don’t push me to the limits
let’s see who really tryna get it
the way i be predicting facts i’m feeling this astrology sh_t
cause i only say facts on tracks, getting co_signs like crazy, about time i cut off that b_tch
got them new cartier glasses with a rollie to match with my whip
none of you can ever relate cause you are living off those cerb cheques
i spend that sh_t within an hour while you work a 9_5 for a couple of bills (b_tch)
[verse 2: savage]
push me to the limits
wе in our bags, you get it?
dripped out i might drown in this ice
all thеse dm requests but imma still respond cause i’m nice
two twig b_tches in the doc
shordy be sucking my c_ck
they be b_tching bout sh_t cause they do nun but talk
they both ugly as sh_t godd_mn
abuse the makeup till there ain’t no makeup (no mo)
nose piercings sh_t got them looking like lil peep
they belong to the streets

verse 3: savage]
patrick think she f_ckin’ sl!ck (yeah)
joel shooting f_ckin’ bricks (still got a&p)
this is a diss track, not a song
i heard the streets is calling u f_ckin’ b_tch
switch up like a switch
cause that’s where you belong
all these merked up dudes be hitting u up even tho you’re ugly as sh_t (friendly fire)
i’m being fr when i say that, cause even joel won’t hit

b_tch got jammed in her head by a tranny
got a bad b_tch _ run a battry
told that b_tch no cuz the streets was calling her home
child support got her begging me like im a god from rome
{verse 4: nickgurt]
yeah she’s a cap artist (no cap)
denying that she ain’t a rat (she is)
but she knows it facts _ scared of the fact that ria ran her pockets (always)
keeps saying she slatt (but you know what i mean)
tearing up actin all innocent, ran for her life, she scared as a b_tch
me and the homies stay true to the facts we never switch
don’t push me to the limits
this tec 9 will go through your head

[verse 5: savage:]
yeah we got glocks, drums, 9s, the 40s, knives, we up in this b_tch
yeah i get the cash, i do it quick
50, 60, 70, hundred’s we up in this b_tch
yeah b_tch, we dumb rich
yeah these b_tches do dumb sh_t
shordy she nasty _ she all on my d_ck
b_tches be ugly _ they built like sticks
i got the sauce, nick got the beat
amna she ugly, pricitta is beat
say that sh_t on repeat
yeah i put you on straight heat
yeah ur playlist is all me
jam ur head that’s a body
all you do is say sorry
end of day in a rari
skrt skrt leave yo body
ur man’s name is kamari (that n_gga ugly)
(laugh)
too f_cking nice with this sh_t
yall stay capping while we rich
(you thought i was done ahlie?)
[verse 6: nickgurt]
ap’s on my, ain’t talking bout a and p cause they belong to the streets
tracks so fire where you get all em beats
sim be asking you for uber eats
fake to the group, you switch up fast
no smoke with the “ria clash”
both of them, you couldn’t take it anymore
cut the plug then regret it, what for?
merked up dudes are hitting you up, they gotta be blind
imma get them some cartier glasses, slap a b_tch he ain’t pay no mind
money_making, after that bag, no fraud
you on their shopping sprees, mom’s card
never in the dusty trap don;t be on the tay k talk
started crying when he said he finna block
now you toxic n sh_t that’s a shock

[verse 7: savage]
mad easily n sh_t for no reason
talkback, finna get a f_ckin’ beating
(p_ssy)
this diss track we own yall b_tches
yeah we came up from rags to riches (_money sound_)
joel got plenty of merked b_tches
samuel’s mom is sending me kisses (mad)
with joel, that’s a no_brainer
patrick wants him, but he doesn’t claim her
amtoj was mad bout the walks
this b_tch was busy kicking them rocks
both yall playas _ don’t even talk
dissed ur asses, you can never come back
dragging a dead body _ yeah please relax
sav and nick be counting these racks
u n yo bestie be getting smacked
b_tching on the internet with your bullsh_t talk
sit down you anorexic sh_t, can’t walk
what a stick, this b_tch is built like a mop
disstrack wack, they can’t even drop
hold up, hold up, let’s backtrack
writing apologies that’s all you can do (you suck at that)
running for your life, while we are in school
crying b_tch, don’t know what to do
jam ur head in, the second body that’s 2
just know your diss track is all_cap (cap)
ghosting, think you a celebrity is a wack (wack) (no cap)
saying you can beat me in a race n can’t run a lap (you slow)
both of you are toxic and weird (weird bro)
pricitta asked out joel, started blushing, but he ain’t care (love no thot)
both y’all flat as sh_t too, no taste in hb yutes
stay crying in ur room (b_tch) under a pillow, yeah that’s what you do
yeah watch us blow up (facts on tracks)
brampton driver you can’t even steer, hit a truck
off the chutney, yeah b_tch good luck
makeup got both of you acting up
no game, that’s tough luck
the other one, she’s calling people weird
look in the mirror b_tch (is that a beard?)
yeah you ugly b_tches, stay capping in ur sh_t tracks
we are rappin’ no rap cap
n we be trappin’ no backstab
all slatt, but both yall flat

- savage

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