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• Artiste: D. Savage
• Titre: Really Think About It
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Aye CGM where you at? ZaySkillz Am I in the (What)? Whatever you wanna call it, organized crime I'm in the waste management business Everyone immediately assumes you're mobbed up When I really think about it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You never cared for me, or came to see if I'm good Everybody on my wallet (Ya, ya, ya) I'ma take care of the squad, it ain't no doubt about it I caught that shit on the cycle (Eh) I put your bitch how to ass and face down Bitch, I'm the king, where the fuck is my crown? Callin' [?] George, tryna smoke out the pound Whole lotta hoes runnin' all around Whole lotta boats gettin' sent out (Hey) Bitch, I'm outside, like who wanna play? Ride around town, I can serve all day Too turnt, they think I'm snorting on Yay I spend that band, I don't need no masi Squad on my guard, don't tell nobody Drop that low, I shoot up the party I'm walkin' 'em down, I'll hit on my target I stay to myself, don't need anybody Bangin' on the kid, I like it on [?] That ain't your baby, I'm pulling together My diamonds so cold, I'm changin' the weather When I really think about it (Mafia Musik, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You never cared for me, or came to see if I'm good Everybody on my wallet (Ya, ya, ya) I'ma take care of the squad, it ain't no doubt about it I caught that shit on the cycle (Eh) I put your bitch how to ass and face down Bitch, I'm the king, where the fuck is my crown? Callin' [?] George, tryna smoke out the pound Whole lotta hoes runnin' all around Whole lotta boats gettin' sent out All of this money stackin' up, it got me excited I'm duckin' and dodgin' indictments Niggas be talkin' but frightened Stop wit' them choppas, they'd think you was ISIS Niggas be thinkin' it's sweet Sendin' they dutch 'til I send 'em wit' crisis They said, I won't be Them niggas is sweet, we know the niggas the nicest We with the shits, yeah Drummin' the Glock wit' the switch, yeah It's more than the top in this bitch, yeah Let that bitch pop 'til it click, yeah Still pull the skits, yeah Wet a nigga up, leave him drenched sticks Set a nigga up, if he snitch, yeah If you play a nigga, wait in the trench, yeah When I really think about it (Mafia Musik, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You never cared for me, or came to see if I'm good Everybody on my wallet (Ya, ya, ya) I'ma take care of the squad, it ain't no doubt about it I caught that shit on the cycle (Eh) I put your bitch how to ass and face down Bitch, I'm the king, where the fuck is my crown? Callin' [?] George, tryna smoke out the pound Whole lotta hoes runnin' all around Whole lotta boats gettin' sent out (Hey, uh) Bitch we outside, like it's nuttin' day I got the AR and twin got the Drac' I take shit berious, watch what you say I feed the whole team, I don't need a plate Bring me some herbs, I don't want no wock Didn't listen to me, them niggas go pop Pour up some tris' and pour up some wock Money so old, I'm holdin' it hostage Fuck that fake love, I don't need no buddy Run up on me, and I'm droppin' your body These niggas talk pussy, that nigga some stock Poured up in the deuce, but we still got it poppin' Get Rich Or Die Tryin', ain't no other options