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21 Savage – WHERE YOU FROM Lyrics
WHERE YOU FROM
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    "WHERE YOU FROM." - 21 Savage

    Album: WHAT HAPPENED TO THE STREETS?
    Track No: 01
    Savage, where you from?
    G Block where they bomb
    Shit like Vietnam
    Gunsmoke in my lungs
    Extendos and them drums
    You boys don't want a crumb
    They come knock off your king
    Then turn around, get your pawns
    Gen5 with the switch
    Like my **** Nudy, I'll never leave the 6
    Like my **** Chubbs, I'll never leave the 6ix
    Bitch, don't cut my Trish
    You ball up your fist
    But we pull up with sticks
    They gon' eat if I make you a plate
    **** pussy, we takin' they pape
    Out the sunroof, I'm swingin' that K
    Get to wavin' it at you like, "Hey"
    Pussy, don't ask me 'bout Metro or Drake
    Play with either, get shot in the face, pussy
    Gun shots for everybody, us, never them, ****
    Why the fuck you think they call me Savage?
    Any bitch that I'm fucking the baddest
    Never been with a **** who had it
    Then she met me and now I'm her daddy
    Zone 6, I grew up in the madness
    We come straight in your hood and we smash it
    I like robbin' the **** who flashin'
    If you thought it was smoke, ****, ask me
    In the Phantom, just me and my Draco
    And these hollows'll hit you in ClayCo
    I done brought out a Quagen in Wayco
    Any less than a ticket is Play-Doh
    She gon' eat up that dick when I say so
    Ain't no love for a rat, free Queso
    I got baking soda, it ain't the cake though
    Watch show the day and the date, ho
    Lord, forgive me, I'm committing sins
    Lockin' Ls like I ain't win
    Real ****, I got fake friends
    Lotta Ms that I can't spend
    Always ready when we can't spin
    Ain't a corner that we ain't been
    Pussy **** say he gettin' money, we'll catch him lackin' at the bank then
    Buy a pint and put it in the soda
    Vacuum seal, tryna hide the odor
    Hit the lot and get a new whip
    I'm a rich ****, I go in the motor
    Millionaire, but I'm still a soldier
    Whack the shooter **** and who drove you
    Big pole like the North Pole, but we keep poles 'cause the streets colder
    You ain't like that, stop cappin'
    Make a billion, I'ma stop rappin'
    Box on this car, got 'em trackin'
    One slip, he get caught in traffic
    Used to hide the money in the mattress
    Too much of it now, I just stack it
    Opps funny like they Tiff Haddish
    Rock out with the stick, Lenny Kravitz
    Pussy
    Rock out with the stick like I'm Travis Barker
    Rock out with the stick like I'm B.B. King (You go against this shit, ****, you get the belt)
    Rock out with the stick like I'm Jimi Hendrix
    Rock out on your coach, rock out on your team (Unlimited belt)
    All you internet ****, I see you
    All you content creators
    Catch you down bad and break your MacBook
    Break your iPhone
    Bitch-ass ****, fuck you
    Know how I rock, ****
    One up top in the Glock, ****
    Southside
    Wheezy outta here

    Writer(s): Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Joshua Luellen, Wesley Glass, Dylan Cleary, Jayden Christodoulou & Lucas Todd-Howard.

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