Letra Where de $avage

Letra de Where

$avage


Where
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[Intro: $avage]
Mob shit man

[Hook: $avage]
In his closet I ain't looking for J's, checking all your shoeboxes
'Cause I heard that's where you keep the cake
Niggas say we got beef in the streets
I ain't worried 'bout a thing 'cause they never come my way
Walking bomb, I'm a young hand grenade
Playin' with me it can blow up in your face
Lit 'em up with the yup, throw away
Now 12 looking for the weapon in the murder case
In his closet I ain't looking for J's, checking all your shoeboxes
'Cause I heard that's where you keep the cake
Niggas say we got beef in the streets
I ain't worried 'bout a thing 'cause they never come my way

[Verse 1: $avage]
Niggas say we got beef in the streets
But I bet I find y'all before you see me
Popping up out the cut like it's three deep
Free Cash and free my nigga 3D
Swear them cases always better when you silent and don't fold
Think it's 21 who got you but your own homies done told
That's that shit that got my little cousin sent up on that road
One time felon and he probably never comin' home, man
You don't know the feelin' hearing them raps through the phone
When a nigga 'post to be on tour with you
Same bro I had when I was dirt poor nigga
Think I'm Jay-Z I'll let these four .44's hit your boy
I'm coming up from nothing anymore, nigga
And I don't got no problem taking what's yours nigga
Nigga disrespect the Real, you already know the deal
Fuck a beef now it's all out war nigga

[Hook: $avage]
IIn his closet I ain't looking for J's, checking all your shoeboxes
'Cause I heard that's where you keep the cake
Niggas say we got beef in the streets
I ain't worried 'bout a thing 'cause they never come my way
Walking bomb, I'm a young hand grenade
Playin' with me it can blow up in your face
Lit 'em up with the yup, throw away
Now 12 looking for the weapon in the murder case
In his closet I ain't looking for J's, checking all your shoeboxes
'Cause I heard that's where you keep the cake
Niggas say we got beef in the streets
I ain't worried 'bout a thing 'cause they never come my way

[Verse 2: No Fatigue]
They know I don't like to talk that's on my momma nigga
Don't want this black boy in your house just like Obama nigga
Kick in the door make 'em separate like a comma nigga
Been on they ass so if they try, boy I'm dropping niggas
We put your ass in that box like where that money at
He got that Joker mask, but this shit ain't funny, Jack
They might shoot you anyway so tell me where that money at
We gon' do this shit fast, 3 minutes get the cash
Sawed off lil' pump up in his face you know we Gucci Gang
All black like I'm Zoom, not a stranger boy this not a thing
I might let them bullets fly, yeah bitch they not a plane
We gon' leave some shit up on the floor, hope it's not his brain
We been ridin' slow like we driving in the right lane
Thought he was gon' Netflix and chill, but his night changed
Had to show his ass just as soon as the night came
And you know we slid through with choppas like a biker gang

[Hook: $avage]
In his closet I ain't looking for J's, checking all your shoeboxes
'Cause I heard that's where you keep the cake
Niggas say we got beef in the streets
I ain't worried 'bout a thing 'cause they never come my way
Walking bomb, I'm a young hand grenade
Playin' with me it can blow up in your face
Lit 'em up with the yup, throw away
Now 12 looking for the weapon in the murder case
In his closet I ain't looking for J's, checking all your shoeboxes
'Cause I heard that's where you keep the cake
Niggas say we got beef in the streets
I ain't worried 'bout a thing 'cause they never come my way


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