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• Artiste: 21 Savage
• Titre: Mr Recoup
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Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Just bought a pair of new gym fuckin' socks Cubb's Tyler Perry, he make plays for the block Wasn't even 'bout to rap on this, but it knocks Where you tryna go? 'Cause it's smoke at the top Spade afterparty, throw them bitches in the truck We was just on y'all's street, they was eatin' it up My life ain't a movie, bitch, it's just us They can't find the shooter bitch, 'cause it's us Us, us, it was us Niggas shot my brother, now I don't know who to trust My opps be so broke that we've been shootin' at the bus Bro say play it patient, nah, dog, I'm in a rush, I'm tryna buck Ayy, I'm tryna shoot, he tryna clutch, ayy I'm tryna add him to the list like a deluxe, ayy I'm tryna watch the windshield fall from off his truck, ayy I'm tryna smack his twin, show him it wasn't luck, pussy Damn, Alex Moss, that's a really big chain Really, it's no wonder why my neck is in pain Damn, Iceman, your initials just changed Mr. Recoup, that's my other nickname Spade afterparty, long wheel, bass range Chances are I'll probably never see these hoes again No Face B, that's my motherfuckin' hitter Drake is your daddy and he couldn't find a sitter Every single year, what I'm grossin', it get bigger If I really pop it, I'll have some niggas trippin' (My bad) I ain't no real rapper, I'm a fuckin' gravedigger (Pussy) He don't like me 'cause my niggas killed one of his niggas (Bitch) Pitch black paint, but the seats, they vanilla (Go) I converse with CEOs, you talk on the pillar (Go) Watch me trainin' then smack your main hitter (21) I got fifty-somethin' old screws like my name Spittah (21) All these niggas cap, they exaggerating hats (Pussy) Go against the mob, you'll be layin' on your back (Frrt) I don't speculate, if I speak then it's the facts (Facts) We the type of niggas, cut the tails off the rats (Bitch) Us, us, it was us Niggas shot my brother, now I don't know who to trust My opps be so broke that we've been shootin' at the bus Bro say play it patient, nah, dog, I'm in a rush, I'm tryna buck