I buy a new car for the bitch for real I tear down the mall with the bitch for real You can't even talk to the bitch no She fucking with bosses and shit on God I pull up in 'Rari's and shit, with choppers and Harley's and shit for real I be Gucci'd down, you wearing Lacoste and shit bitch Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, yeah yeah Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah in jail Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah On God Got 'em tennis chains on and they real blingy blingy Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy Chingy Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty fifty Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me 21 Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties $7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket yeah Bitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes bitch I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action nah The skreets raised me, I'm a whole bastard wild, wild, wild, wild I bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster skrrt Niggas tryna copy me, they playin' catch up 21 I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper 21 I been smoking gas and I got no asthma I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah On God In my bank account, yeah On God In my bank account, yeah On God In my bank account, yeah On God In my bank account, yeah On God In my bank account, yeah On God I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah fast Ready to gun you down, yeah On God Ready to gun you down, yeah On God Ready to gun you down, yeah On God Ready to gun you down, yeah On God Ready to gun you down, yeah On God Yeah dog I'm for real, dog 21 Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dog 21 Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dog wet Wanna tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog wet Killed dog, I'm a real dog, you a lil' dog 21 Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil's, dog Dunk right in your bitch like O'Neal, dog I shoot like Reggie Mill', dog 21 Chopper sting you like a eel, dog I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah On God In my bank account, yeah On God In my bank account, yeah On God In my bank account, yeah On God In my bank account, yeah On God In my bank account, yeah On God I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah fast Ready to gun you down, yeah On God Ready to gun you down, yeah On God Ready to gun you down, yeah On God Ready to gun you down, yeah On God Ready to gun you down, yeah On God Roulette clips, send a roulette hit Pull up on your bitch, she say that I got that ruler dick Spray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah shit Glock cocked now, I don't really give no fuck 'bout who I hit Yeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with me Keep that Siggy with me Bitch, I'm Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me Keep a mad mag in case a nigga wanna get busy with me 'Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah On God In my bank account, yeah On God In my bank account, yeah On God In my bank account, yeah On God In my bank account, yeah On God In my bank account, yeah On God I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah fast Ready to gun you down, yeah On God Ready to gun you down, yeah On God Ready to gun you down, yeah On God Ready to gun you down, yeah On God Ready to gun you down, yeah On God $7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket yeah Bitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes bitch I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action nah The skreets raised me, I'm a whole bastard.
[Intro]Ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh, ow, owWow, wow, wow, ah, ow, ow, ow[Verse 1]I buy a new car for the bitch For realI tear down the mall with the bitch For realYou can't even talk to the bitch NoShe fucking with bosses and shit On GodI pull up in 'Rari's and shit SkrrrWith choppers and Harley's and shit For realI be Gucci'd down GucciYou wearing Lacoste and shit BitchYeah, Moncler, yuh, fur came off a bear, yuh YeahTriple homicide, put me in a chair, yuh In jailTriple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yuh On GodGot 'em tennis chains on and they real blingy BlingDraco make you do the chicken head like Chingy ChingyWalk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty FiftyPlease proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me 21Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket YeahBitch, be careful when you dumpin' your ashes BitchI ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action NahThe skreets raised me, I'm a whole bastard WildI bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster SkrrrNiggas tryna copy me, they playin' catch up 21I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper 21I been smoking gas and I got no asthma[Chorus]I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah FastReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On God[Verse 2]Yeah, dawg, huh—yeah—, nah for real, dawg 21Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dawg 21Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dawg WetWanna tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dawg WetKilled dog, I'm a real dawg—21—, you a lil' dawg 21Bill dog, want a bil', dog, chasing mil's, dawg YeahDunk right in your bitch like O'Neal, dawg WetPlus I shoot like Reggie Mill', dawg 21Chopper sting you like a eel, dawg Fast[Chorus]I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah FastReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On God[Verse 3]Ruler clip—umm—, sent a ruler hitPull up on yo' bitch, she say that I got a ruler dickSpray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah shitGlock cocked now, I don't really give no fuck 'bout who I hitYeah, yo' bitch, she get jiggy with me, keep that Siggy with meBitch, I'm Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with meKeep a mad mag in case a nigga wanna get busy with me'Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me[Chorus]I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah FastReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On God[Outro]$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacketBitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashesI ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no actionThe streets raised me, I'm a whole bastardHow to Format LyricsType out all lyrics, even repeating song parts like the chorusLyrics should be broken down into individual linesUse section headers above different song parts like [Verse], [Chorus], italics lyric and bold lyric to distinguish between different vocalists in the same song partIf you don’t understand a lyric, use [?]To learn more, check out our transcription guide or visit our transcribers forum
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21 SAVAGE Ooh, ooh, ooh, ow, ow, owWow, wow, ow, ah, ow, ah, ah, ahI buy a new car for the bitch For realI tear down the mall with the bitch For realYou can′t even talk to the bitch NoShe fucking with bosses and shit On GodI pull up in 'Rari′s and shit SkrrrWith choppers and Harley's and shit For realI be Gucci'd down GucciYou wearing Lacoste and shit BitchYeah, Moncler, yuh, fur came off a bear, yuh YeahTriple homicide, put me in a chair, yuh In jailTriple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yuh On GodGot ′em tennis chains on and they real blingy BlingDraco make you do the chicken head like Chingy ChingyWalk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty FiftyPlease proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me 21Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties$7,500 on a Saint Laurent jacket YeahBitch, be careful when you dumpin′ your ashes BitchI ain't no sucker, I ain′t cuffin' no action NahThe skreets raised me, I′m a whole bastard WildI bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster SkrrrNiggas tryna copy me, they playing catch up 21I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper 21I been smoking gas and I got no asthmaI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M′s in my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah FastReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodYeah, dawg, huh, yeah, nah for real, dawg 21Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dawg 21Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dawg WetWanna tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dawg WetKilled dog, I'm a real dawg, 21, you a lil' dawg 21Bill dog, want a bil′, dog, chasing mil′s, dawg YeahDunk right in your bitch like O'Neal, dawg WetPlus I shoot like, shoot like Reggie Mill′, dawg 21Chopper sting you like a eel, dawg FastI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah FastReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodRuler clips, sent a ruler hitPull up on yo′ bitch, she say that I got a ruler dickSpray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah shitGlock cocked now, I don't really give no fuck ′bout who I hitYeah, yo' bitch, she get jiggy with me, keep that Siggy with meBitch, I'm Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with meKeep a mad mag in case a nigga wanna get busy with me′Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with meI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M′s in my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah FastReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On God$7,500 on a Saint Laurent jacketBitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashesI ain′t no sucker, I ain't cuffin′ no actionThe streets raised me, I'm a whole bastard
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