21 Savage – see the real (sped up) Lyrics

21 Savage – see the real (sped up) Lyrics
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    Album: american dream (sped up)
    Track No: 10
    My dog don't want nothin' out of life but to kill ****
    And they wonder why I'm still with 'em
    All these Ms in the bank, I don't feel richer
    I'ma step up in that way since a lil' ****
    Another body get dropped, I don't feel different
    Took some Ls, but I'm still winnin'
    You knew she was a thot, why you still with her?
    When you tell somebody no, you see the real in 'em
    Slidin' in the Benz
    You know that's my brother, so we call each other twins
    By the way we shake hands
    Got it out the mud, but we grew up in the sand
    You a shooter or a fan?
    We can't get at you, then we gon' bring it to your mans
    I don't do the Twitter rants
    Brand new Desert Eagle, tryna stuff it in my pants
    Check my net worth, I'll be dead first
    All my hoes fine, got the best head
    If I wanna cuff her, she arrested
    Try to take my bitch, you get your neck slit
    Call me Santa Claus, 'cause I'm rich-rich
    Put a Birkin bag on your wish list
    Jumped in the DM and she missed it
    My dog don't want nothin' out of life but to kill ****
    And they wonder why I'm still with 'em
    All these Ms in the bank, I don't feel richer
    I'ma step up in that way since a lil' ****
    Another body get dropped, I don't feel different
    Took some Ls, but I'm still winnin'
    You knew she was a thot, why you still with her?
    When you tell somebody no, you see the real in 'em
    Snitchin' is a no-no
    Rappers wanna beef, but I ain't givin' **** promo
    Got your baby mama with me askin' for the coco
    Not Chanel neither, nah, she wanna do the blow-blow
    Hit her from the back, then I put her in the chokehold
    Shit done got crazy, man, we fuckin' on the floor-floor
    Sippin' on this syrup and it got me movin' slow-mo
    She gon' take a charge if we run into the po-po
    Walk 'em down till I'm tired
    Give a opp a first-class ticket to the sky
    Diamonds ice skating, if you touch 'em, we gon' slide
    Shut up, hit this hookah, you keep fuckin' up the vibe
    She ain't mine, but I treat her like I love her
    Pussy good, but I can't hit without no rubber
    She start trippin', I'ma go and get another
    My dog don't want nothin' out of life but to kill ****
    And they wonder why I'm still with 'em
    All these Ms in the bank, I don't feel richer
    I'ma step up in that way since a lil' ****
    Another body get dropped, I don't feel different
    Took some Ls, but I'm still winnin'
    You knew she was a thot, why you still with her?
    When you tell somebody no, you see the real in 'em

    Writer(s): Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Jason Cornet, Dylan Cleary-Krell, Joshua Parker, Jocelyn Donald, Jordan Holt-May & Samuel David Jimenez.

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