Paroles de la chanson Savage Shit par Doodie Lo

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Paroles de la chanson Savage Shit par Doodie Lo

[Doodie Lo & PGF Nuk]
(D-D-DJ FMCT)
We on all savage shit, all savage shit, yeah
We on all savage shit, all savage shit, yeah
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
Ayy, ayy
Doodie in this bitch
Yeah, fuck the opps, nigga
Fuck wrong with these niggas?
Yeah, yeah

[PGF Nuk]
We on all savage shit
Catch a opp and clap his bitch
We got all exotic guns, we ain't got no average shit

Take this switch up off my hip
Hit his leg and made him trip
Then hit his top and then we gon' dip
Now all the opps up on the rip

[Doodie Lo]
Bitch, we bullet-proof the truck and foenem slidin' with them Drac's
And my shorties catchin' bodies, FaceTime me and drop the rakes
Got his lo', get his safe
Bitch, I'm rich, fuck a case
And you better have that wheel with that switch in that straight, nigga

[PGF Nuk]
We in SRTs, they can't catch up, ayy
Bro do like 160, lil' folks don't let up, ayy

Every time he do a high speed he gettin' better
Shortie got that wheel, on the guys he gon' whip up
Ayy, I got like fifty on top, get it done, ayy
Slide through that bitch, they slide every day for fun, ayy
It's a switch up on the back of every fuckin' gun, ayy
Shortie want that smoke, we hit his chest, fill up his lungs, ayy

[Doodie Lo & PGF Nuk]
I ain't stoppin' shit, he want to slide, he want to kill
I can make him offed in the bushes, creepin' where he live
Shit, I'm off ten Xanny pills, guns here, granny crib

I'm comin' where your family live, bitch, it is what it is
Did him dirty with a Drac', got Glocks by the crate
I be slidin' in the A, I'm outside every day
Niggas dyin' everyday, flrr, five to his face, nigga
Five to his face, nigga, yeah, ayy

[PGF Nuk]
Pop out, get up close, hit is face, ayy
I was never in the car, hop out chase, ayy
I was the first one tryna slide, I was never late
I think I shot a opp the other day, I was too high, I was outer space, ayy
Hop out all black on cool shit, ayy
I was at his crib, in the bushes on some smooth shit, ayy

Poppin' out with two switches on some new shit, ayy
We the ones that do hits and all the opps ain't do shit, go

[Doodie Lo]
Ayy, why you talkin' 'bout you caught some bodies?
Now you in a coffin, dummy
I'm with real killers that's they fuckin' hobby
We turn up the murder rate
Niggas hoes and they know they fake
Used to sell crack, ran out, sold soda bake
Goofy ass in the way, back trappin', made a ten a day
Caught him with his bitch, damn, should I let him live today?

[PGF Nuk]
Ayy, if I don't go my brother go
We knock shit down like dominios
Time to go, vámonos
If it's not a switch it's a Draco
You come with a pipe, we take those
All the dead opps, we make those
If you tweakin' at the show, we shake those, go
Yeah

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