Pac Div - Savages lyrics

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Pac Div - Savages lyrics

Pac Div them n***as and you know that sh** 'Bout to get some millions and I blow that sh** I'm a get me some greens and I grow that sh** Put some b**hes on sale and I smoke that sh** Appreciate that p**y now I own that sh** If any y'all need p**y I can loan that sh** Roast that p**y, roast that p**y, roast that sh** When a n***a get finished bring that dope back Pimp game for your membrane I been the illest motherf**er since Rick James Give it to me, you should see me when I switch lanes On the freeway doing 90 leaving sh** stains Savages, savages T shirt shaped from Mexico Might grade it to Los Angeles I make her so mad and sh** She be talking spanish sh** I can't understand and sh** But she be looking bad and sh** What can I do? Word to Big Sik I just wanna be a boss player Hundred mouths running charging to my pros trainers I'm Hugo Boss get new lacrosse not mangine n***as fists can't f** with what I pull up ross hangers Let le floss flagrant then we got a statue Show time stables any day might put our statues up Aqueduct water flow where I'm at the party go Green giant kush in the shroom to super mario Got that, innovated, old 6 we innovated Whole click a n***a's kanging Oh sh** we mini merely it Tell them hoes we just going for Resources in your open tone f** it if it ain't open though One calling is Kosovo Pac Div easy like a former grip Chardonney and morning pill she say it's for the thrill Holla out the name b**hes listen for me Nasty after shows poopies give it to me Give it to me [x8] Like a homie blowing chilling with the homies Phony n***as keep it moving Don't be acting like you know me I don't have the patience and there's no acquaintance b**hes hit me up and when they ready for relations we get drunk Sloppy, over do you copy? Hate me 'cause I'm co*ky haters wanna chop me Watch me close, sit back and I pose I'm a pharmacist, hit me anytime you need a dose I'm out here bad b**hes do the most Raised around k**ers burnt like toast Burned like rotisserie raised up in misery Pay the world back for the probs that was given me Bad b**h she was poppin my in hand I'm digging in her pocket center panties Get it understood I'm a star in the hood f** an oscar and a grammy I burn that b**h come Sissy do it Heartbreak kid this that sweet chain music No heart he's centering the pain All off in her ear tryin' to send her on a date Soda from the corner store then I go pour for They say that I'm that n***a yea I know, I know, I know, I know, I know In the gla** I'm dames with a mask and a stash Tryin to pa** like pay Give it to me [x8]

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