Lyrics:
thinking that 22 lit, 22 is a snitch
He did not beat that murder charge
(Baow, baow, baow)
Call the gang, come hurt you
You spinnin' in circles
Why the fuck
congregations like curtain calls[00:22.25]And becoming a celebrity is all the rage[00:24.63]One out of five of Gen Z wants to become influencers[00:27.41]And in
by night
911 Porsche I was on that flight
5'9, 6'1 I call 'em the twin towers
Had 'em on a triple stack
Hit 'em both in the shower
Pedal to the medal
remember.... I did number four or five the other week and I... you know, it
was the other week, wasn't it? It's too f.... I was in here for a couple of days
We live in a world
Where a man is judged by the color of his skin
We can't win
Not the content of his character
They scared of you
22 million black
damage on our quest for cabbage
They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it
Most wanted by the population murdered you for it
Exploit your weakness
damage on our quest for cabbage
They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it
Most wanted by the population murdered you for it
Exploit your weakness
Oral sex with a severed head raped murdered And dismembered by a man named ed
The coed butcher a 6'9" killing Machine
Fulfilling his sexual desires
latex and still gettin burnt through
(I recognize realize) Real niggaz stay wild
Holdin tec-9's, German Luger 22's pointed at you
(I recognize realize)
22 twenties i gave em half a cutie
Real sticky gooey fruity face a L n u woozie
Playing all falls down my favorite song by lil boosie
Another day
to sink my fuckin' battleship
Turnin' on his flashers callin' up the dogs
Now my Lexus Coupe is flex surrounded by the hogs
Snatchin' out my seats,
If you hatin' don't shake my hand
Take it easy, homie
Reminiscin' sitting in that Benz
Of the twenty two bus stop way back when
With the 22, 5 shot
to change the numbers[01:18.10]All my ice real V1s, I ain't Brian Pumper[01:21.53]You niggas got some baby shit, I'm out to get the pull-ups[01:24.22
pushin V 12 motors
We da shit bitch, I know you smell the odor
Rolls wheels and get rolled over, south side soldiers
We da shit bitch, I know you smell
everybody pay
Now I pull up with a tool that make everybody wait
Everybody told me I'd be dead by 21
By 22 I really had to go and get a gun
Never stand
a degree look mom and dad
I'm 25 I feel so alive I'm up every morning I'm ready by 5
To make me some money and give up my time
I'm back in the race with
Intro
We the frozen heart of the south
We back
Travis james 5 star Ceo shit
Chorus (22 Savage)
Everyday getting off them Ps
Nigga said he want
to
Gotta show
In the LA
In about 22
Niggas show live
Niggas get wild
Niggas bang
But I bang otha side
ESCO:
Man the niggas neva fold
Ima king
neat
There’s Noel Edmonds in a cuntish shirt
He’s 63 but he looks about forty… five
You open the boxes, one by one
They contain money, different sums
My past is behind me
My eyes on the future I see
Where's that leave me
Outcast. Self banished maybe
22 not just another year
Imma keep grinding till
derrota es la cosa[00:26.23]De los que están conmigo es de rial?[00:28.22]Hasta dónde llegarán?[00:30.23]Si a mi me fallaran[00:32.69]Sólo Dios sabe mi
fans[02:17.68]Give me a wood and five minutes[02:19.18]Bet I take her from her man[02:20.73]Homie sayin that it's beef[02:22.28]So when we slide, we gon' get
the Lord[01:18.45]I'd be dumb if I went back to her[01:19.81]Just to have sex[01:21.20]1v1 court[01:21.83]I'm gon' hop on the dot[01:22.84]Best believe, I'm the one
20s 50s n 100s
1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
I'm infatuated wit the game I can't I love it
He gave me 22 twenties i gave
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