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Save Money No Writtens Know what I'm sayin, we in this bitch We not going to rap on the mic no more But to all niggas trying to enter the cypher man Spitting something that they wrote down with the pen Pre-meditated, you need need to hesitate it Before you even -- resuscitate it Because we don't f*** with that shit You get stuck with that shit It's GLC I'm gonna put the mic down And we gon get to rappin Put the mic down, we put the mic down My ni*** right there He said he put the mic down I say I'm a king Never put the crown down Chilling at the temple crown, need to bow down Remember we used to steal shit from downtown Remember when them bitches had posters of Bow Wow I bet they got me in their room now, shit crazy -- I'm down to get messy Tell them hoes they ain't ready Cut em up to confetti Feelin like I am Messi Catch me off in a jet ski, cause I'm so wavy Tell your bitch she should date me No, no, no Catch me off in a jet ski Or catch me on the left wing like Lavezzi Kick a ball like Messi Kick your ass like -- A ni*** talking too nice Came back, had to hit the seven with a two dice Yup, chicken for my ni*** Dinner plates to keep it realler If a ni*** keep it -- Yo yo, and you know a ni*** love his pollo Bout to tell your bitch to jump, jump Like a fuc*** pogo Oh no, everybody gonna want a piece now And you know we gotta kick a freestyle But f*** it tho Holla no more for no bar And you know I'm sharing this shit like blow ? My ni*** sayin some shit on Twitter That had made me laugh He said you niggas hate pork But you been eatin that ass I swear that shit it be wild But niggas know I'm a nasty ni*** So that is my style They ain't really worried about it They ain't worried about me They ain't even asked They been eatin the ass And I been havin to shit You ain't need to ask And if you wanted it quick Then I needed a pass I got the iron fists like Brutus I'll betray you like Judas This the Chance the Rapper raps (igh) If a ni*** knew this I got your bitch feelin like she a nudist Nah, that bitch a Buddist That big booty got me fuc*** up Yup I gon lucked up -- Alright real ni*** shit, real ni*** shit Real niggs shit On a track the way I move is like dancin Have you ever woke up and heard a bitch chanting I fuc*** a bitch who was a Buddhist But last night she wasn't something religious More like a nudist Me, I stabbed her in the back just like Judas I swear I got the white bitches Clueless Shit easy, believe me The way that a ni*** get greasy On some grimey shit I'm like ? you on the 90's chicks Mental? fist, pacifist Resurrect like Lazarus Jesus Christ from Nazareth Yup, it's Chukwu Kill you, in your stomach Cut you open like Seppuku Yup, that's the Saw we judge And it's off of the top More often than not we battling cops we hated Y'all niggas get smoked like Darth Vader Yup, battling cops Black hoes we date em White hoes me might smash twice Niggas know they talking bout frees Wouldn't pass rice, in a food fight Little ni*** do right Save Money crew tight Pro Era who nice? We be...
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