Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She freaky, that's fo' sho', got Gucci head to toe
If she don't get her way I swear she do the most
I rip shit coast to coast then post up with my folks
Got white shit up her nose, I drop shit then go ghost
She freaky, that's fo' sho', got Gucci head to toe
If she don't get her way I swear she do the most
I rip shit coast to coast then post up with my folks (Foenem)
Got white shit up her nose, I drop shit then go ghost (Yeah)
She bald like Amber Rose and dripped down to her toes
I love it when she pose, I'm rich, let's have a toast
And I can't fuck with y'all 'cause y'all don't got no goals
I'm richer than my foes, I'm richer than my foes
I'm richer than my ex, this ex beat through my chest
I'm blessed, ho, I can't stress, Savage like to finesse
Walk down, leave that boy stretched
She know that I fuck her the best
I lay the ho down and make a bitch stretch
Uh, I'm thuggin', I can't get no rest
Just got a new chain that came with baguettes
Yeah, I jump out of bush with a tec
I'm walking him down and threw up the set
Uh, she freaky, all she want is sex
I'm focused on Ms, bitch, I need a check
(We Love D. Savage)
Uh, she freaky, all she want is sex
I'm focused on Ms, bitch, I need a check, I need a check (Whoa)
She freaky, that's fo' sho', got Gucci head to toe
If she don't get her way I swear she do the most
I rip shit coast to coast then post up with my folks (Yeah, yeah)
Got white shit up her nose, I drop shit then go ghost
Alright (Alright)
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