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Savage
by Neo Pitso
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My home girl a stripper she stack mad paper
We're both morally corrupt but she get paid for it
How ironic, oxymoronic, pussy for profit
And me I just get off it
I'm having second thoughts about the dope game
Maybe I just ought to invest in cocaine
Young and naïve, the dream is delayed but never denied
I'm on my own stage
I spent a whole season, behind closed doors
That'll be the sole reason I'm on some great tours
My ex girl ooh she Ethiopian
I'm going in raw tie them fallopians
I grapple with censorship cos I'm an artist
I finish her with a pile driver like Batiste
We talking Morse code, by the cross roads
We had a lot of love but we were both broke
Spirits lift me up like Nelson Mandela
African born, Australian fella
I guess I'm robbin' islands I just cope
Behind bars with no hope is no joke
The irony of wearing a Jesus piece
To attract hoes in Christian to get a piece
R.I.P to these old ass dreams
I'm on stage can you hear these screams
Give me all the hype cos I'ma cold one in the game
Nobody's my type these days their all the fucken same
I curve 'em all fast 'fore they get the chance to play me
No, no, nobody plays me uh
And I spend my time like my money
Lot of time saved I'm a bossed up honey
You should cop this I'm a mother fucken savage aye aye aye
You know when I drop this
I'ma have you singing aye aye aye
You're the ones to talk shit
Three on average (aye aye aye)
Got a millie that's my profit
Know the skully's in your closet
Better watch it with your eye eye eyes
Too many sins in my DM
Too many broken hearted women catching Ubers from my BM
Savage uh I flip cabbage and I swag in Saint Laurent glasses
She says I user, abuse her
My heart stone cold but she's Medusa
When heart speaks I don't listen
Soon as she talks vows I'm gone abort mission
Say aye aye aye like a pirate now go overboard for me
Do it the way I desire make your vocal cords scream
When my ship begins to sink, devil pours me a drink
I tell 'em I tell 'em I tell 'em
You should cop this; I'm a mother fucken savage (aye aye aye)
You know when I drop this
I'ma have you singing aye aye aye
You're the ones to talk shit
Three on average (aye aye aye)
Got a millie that's my profit
Know the skully's in your closet
Better watch it with your eye eye eye eyes
My home girl a stripper she stack mad paper
We're both morally corrupt but she get paid for it
How ironic, oxymoronic, pussy for profit
And me I just get off it
I'm having second thoughts about the dope game
Maybe I just ought to invest in cocaine
Young and naïve, the dream is delayed but never denied
I'm on my own stage
I spent a whole season, behind closed doors
That'll be the sole reason I'm on some great tours
My ex girl ooh she Ethiopian
I'm going in raw tie them fallopians
I grapple with censorship cos I'm an artist
I finish her with a pile driver like Batiste
We talking Morse code, by the cross roads
We had a lot of love but we were both broke
Spirits lift me up like Nelson Mandela
African born, Australian fella
I guess I'm robbin' islands I just cope
Behind bars with no hope is no joke
The irony of wearing a Jesus piece
To attract hoes in Christian to get a piece
R.I.P to these old ass dreams
I'm on stage can you hear these screams
Give me all the hype cos I'ma cold one in the game
Nobody's my type these days their all the fucken same
I curve 'em all fast 'fore they get the chance to play me
No, no, nobody plays me uh
And I spend my time like my money
Lot of time saved I'm a bossed up honey
You should cop this I'm a mother fucken savage aye aye aye
You know when I drop this
I'ma have you singing aye aye aye
You're the ones to talk shit
Three on average (aye aye aye)
Got a millie that's my profit
Know the skully's in your closet
Better watch it with your eye eye eyes
Too many sins in my DM
Too many broken hearted women catching Ubers from my BM
Savage uh I flip cabbage and I swag in Saint Laurent glasses
She says I user, abuse her
My heart stone cold but she's Medusa
When heart speaks I don't listen
Soon as she talks vows I'm gone abort mission
Say aye aye aye like a pirate now go overboard for me
Do it the way I desire make your vocal cords scream
When my ship begins to sink, devil pours me a drink
I tell 'em I tell 'em I tell 'em
You should cop this; I'm a mother fucken savage (aye aye aye)
You know when I drop this
I'ma have you singing aye aye aye
You're the ones to talk shit
Three on average (aye aye aye)
Got a millie that's my profit
Know the skully's in your closet
Better watch it with your eye eye eye eyes
