Grr. I was in the club 'fore she even had it
She was twenty-one, I don't see a savage
She wanna be the one, she know I'm comin' static
She wanna hold the gun, if you want it, you can have it
Sanderlei Silveira ® - 2023-10-06T15:39-03:00 - BIZ X
Grr. I was in the club 'fore she even had it
She was twenty-one, I don't see a savage
She wanna be the one, she know I'm comin' static
She wanna hold the gun, if you want it, you can have it
Shawty still young, so she don't know the classics
I see her body, one-of-one, yeah
I see her body, one-of-one
Get to the crib, make you cum
Pussy sweet, call you my honeybun (Tss)
I know your nigga was a bum
Fuck on the crodie, have some fun
Girl, I'm the king of my city, I'm the one (Tss)
Swear you can really have me, you really one-of-one (Tss)
How you so nasty? You really one-of-one (Tss)
How you so flashy? You really one-of-one (Tss)
Out in Miami, you still a one-of-one (Tss)
I wanna beat on the pussy 'til the sun come up
You fucked on a nigga I see is my son, so what?
Yeah, I was in the club, but I was in the cut
Had liquor in my cup, had passion in my cup
And Addy in my system, see a opp, I'ma hit 'em up
Yeah, he gon' be a victim, I was tryna dance with the bitch
Couldn't keep my hands off her hips
Know she spent some bands on her fit
Know I told you that she really one-on-one
Cro', yeah, she advanced with the shit
And I got a chance with the bitch
Loverboy, romance with the bitch
Couldn't even put my mans on a bitch
Like, damn
[Chorus]
Callin', callin' for you
Callin' for you, callin' for you
Callin' for you
Need you to guide my eyes, feel it on me
Needin' you to hold me
Til the inevitable
It was on my mind, felt it on me
[Interlude]
Ah, he lied to me
Yo, he lied to me
Like I didn't give a fuck that we sat in economy
I gave a fuck 'cause he said the economy was full
It was not full
He said, "Economy was—"
He said, "There was no first class, so we're sitting in economy"
I get up on that plane
I see so many seats in first class
Twelve, fourteen seats
Bruh
I sat in the back of the plane
Fucking crazy
And then, I go on that wack-ass vacation
The chef is feeding us the same meal every day like I was in jail still or something
I'm like, "Why are we eating jerk chicken and oxtail every single day, can we switch it up?"
No, the oxtail was fire though, but can we switch it up?
I can't eat that shit every day, what?
And then you proceed to go through my phone
You wanted to cry
You were lookin' for something
That's on you, it's on you
Sorry for your loss
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Woah, woah
Fuck nigga wanna get fired on (21)
Starch a nigga up, put the iron on him (21)
Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah
Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah
Plenty niggas dyin' over that way (Yeah)
Quick to leave a opp in the ashtray (Pussy)
Keep a .19 like I'm Mac Dre (21)
Make a nigga mama have a bad day (21)
21 gang 4L, these niggas gon' tell
I ain't goin' back and forth on deals (On God)
I ain't goin' back and forth, send shells (On God)
I ain't goin' back and forth, nigga, spin (Fah)
Put a college bitch in a Benz (21)
Put her in the Benz, no note (21)
Hit 'em from the car, no scope (21)
We don't never tie, we score (On God)
She suck on my neck like she Dracula (Yeah)
Hit from the back, I might tackle her (Yeah)
Don't ask 'bout my opps 'cause we smackin' 'em (Yeah)
Fuck my opps, they haters (Pussy)
Fuck my opps, they hoes (Pussy)
The bitches that come around suck dick and don't pull they phone out, dem ones pros (On God)
Bitch, if you love me, then spoil me (21)
I treat the rap game like a toilet (On God)
All of my kids get left in her mouth, she say she don't believe in abortions (21)
Oh, you ain't got you a boyfriend? (21)
I see he be on his dork shit (21)
Nah, I ain't judgin', but they in the nosebleeds
You know I be on my court shit (Facts)
Grr. Jeg var i klubben for at hun til og med hadde det
Hun var tjueen, jeg ser ikke en villmann
Hun vil være den, hun vet at jeg kommer statisk
Hun vil holde pistolen, hvis du vil ha den, kan du ha den
Shawty fremdeles ung, så hun kjenner ikke klassikerne
Jeg ser kroppen hennes, en-til-en, ja
Jeg ser kroppen hennes, en-til-en
Kom til barnesengen, gjør deg cum
Fitte søt, ring deg min honningbun (TSS)
Jeg vet at niggaen din var en rumpe
Faen på Crodie, ha det gøy
Jente, jeg er kongen av byen min, jeg er den (TSS)
Sverger at du virkelig kan ha meg, du virkelig en-av-en (TSS)
Hvordan du så stygg? Du virkelig en-av-en (TSS)
Hvordan du er så prangende? Du virkelig en-av-en (TSS)
Ute i Miami, du fremdeles en en-av-en (TSS)
Jeg vil slå på fitta til solen kommer opp
Du knullet på en nigga jeg ser er sønnen min, så hva?
Ja, jeg var i klubben, men jeg var i kuttet
Hadde brennevin i koppen min, hadde lidenskap i koppen min
Og addy i systemet mitt, se en opp, jeg er truffet dem
Ja, han vil være et offer, jeg var Tryna Dance med tispen
Kunne ikke holde hendene mine fra hoftene
Vet at hun brukte noen band på passet
Vet at jeg fortalte deg at hun virkelig en-til-en
Cro ', ja, hun avanserte med dritten
Og jeg fikk en sjanse med tispen
Loverboy, romantikk med tispen
Kunne ikke engang sette mannene mine på en tispe
Som, jævla
[Kor]
Callin ', callin' for you
Ring for deg, ring for deg
Ring for deg
Trenger at du skal veilede øynene mine, føle det på meg
Trenger du å holde meg
Til det uunngåelige
Det var på tankene mine, følte det på meg
[Mellomspill]
Ah, han løy for meg
Yo, han løy for meg
Som om jeg ikke ga en faen som vi satt i økonomien
Jeg ga en faen fordi han sa at økonomien var full
Det var ikke fullt
Han sa: "Økonomien var -"
Han sa: "Det var ingen første klasse, så vi sitter i økonomien"
Jeg står opp på det flyet
Jeg ser så mange seter i første klasse
Tolv, fjorten seter
Bruh
Jeg satt bakerst i flyet
Jævla gal
Og så går jeg på den wack-ass-ferien
Kokken mater oss det samme måltidet hver dag som jeg satt i fengsel fremdeles eller noe
Jeg er som, "Hvorfor spiser vi rykk kylling og oksehale hver eneste dag, kan vi slå den opp?"
Nei, oksehale var imidlertid brann, men kan vi slå den opp?
Jeg kan ikke spise den dritten hver dag, hva?
Og så fortsetter du å gå gjennom telefonen min
Du ville gråte
Du så etter noe
Det er på deg, det er på deg
Kondolerer
[Vers 2: 21 Savage]
Woah, woah
Faen nigga vil få sparken på (21)
Stivelse en nigga opp, satte jernet på ham (21)
FAH-FAH-FAH-FAH-FAH-FAH-FAH-FAH
FAH-FAH-FAH-FAH-FAH-FAH-FAH-FAH
Rikelig niggas dyin 'over den måten (ja)
Rask til å forlate en opp i askebeger (fitte)
Hold en .19 som om jeg er Mac Dre (21)
Få en nigga mamma ha en dårlig dag (21)
21 Gang 4L, disse niggas gon 'fortell
Jeg går ikke frem og tilbake på avtaler (på Gud)
Jeg går ikke frem og tilbake, send skjell (på Gud)
Jeg går ikke frem og tilbake, Nigga, Spin (FAH)
Sett en college -tispe i en Benz (21)
Sett henne i Benz, ingen lapp (21)
Treff dem fra bilen, ingen omfang (21)
Vi binder aldri, vi scorer (på Gud)
Hun suger på nakken min som hun Dracula (ja)
Hit fra baksiden, jeg kan takle henne (ja)
Ikke spør 'om min opps' fordi vi smaker 'em (ja)
Faen mine opps, de hatere (fitte)
Faen mine opps, de hoes (fitte)
Tisper som kommer rundt suger pikk og ikke trekker de telefoner ut, dem som er proffer (på Gud)
Tispe, hvis du elsker meg, så ødelegge meg (21)
Jeg behandler rapspillet som et toalett (på Gud)
Alle barna mine blir igjen i munnen, hun sier at hun ikke tror på aborter (21)
Å, har du deg ikke kjæreste? (21)
Jeg ser at han er på dork -dritten sin (21)
Nah, jeg er ikke bedømt ', men de i neseblods
Du vet at jeg er på retts dritt (fakta)