paroles de chanson OMG - Samad Savage

It's that homie that be killing everything
From raps down to production
Can't backdown I'm destructive
And blackout get the ducking
I lash out over nothing
I'm sick *cough* I'm bugging
I need a doctor or something
My head's hot, Throwing up and
No Xans popped, but I'm stumbling
My hands got destructive
I can't stop with mumbling
Of nothing to sock puppets
Yeah I'm crazy, but I'm cool with it
Who is this? Smooth as lubricant
Coming to ride, like Uber did
You can get ride to looney bin
Who's that peeping in my window?
BLOU! Killing rappers that's my nindo
And that 973 be the lit code
Try any of us, hope you knowing what you in for
Samad Savage be that spitter
That's killing these quicker
Than POTUS tweeting on twitter
You bogus, weak and you bitter
You noticed that I'm the winner
Since deal with Urban Outfitters
I promise, I'll be remembered
Like 21st night of September (AHHH!)

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Day and Night...
Me and them opposites
Confident that it's obvious
They gon' break like the continents
Positive that I'm vomiting
Wobbling towards the pot again
I'm disgusting, Don't bother with
Tyrnna doctor it, Ya'll can just
Kick the canister
Fall head first from the banister
Don't forget, cue the camera
Bet your whole family happy
Ain't bother to call an ambulance
Celebrate every year from hear adding to their calendars
Or if you're feeling man enough
Then you can get this whole gat
(BLOU!) wait, hold that
(BLOU!) hold up, hold that
(BLOU!) you should know that
If you can't spit a verse without ad-libs your so whack
And you shouldn't worry bout' getting bodied on your own track
Moment of silence
Proving knowledge and stylish
Phenomenons with these outfits
Atomic bombs killing thousands
The way I kill em, no doubt it's
My sauce that's dripping like fountains
Man look at the ladies smiling
And look at my homies wildin' (AHHH!)

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Now if you care free with no place to go
Go and get yo ass up on the floor
Get yo ass up on the floor
Get yo ass up on the floor
Ladies, if you don't need no Romeo
Then Get yo ass up on the floor
Get yo ass up on the floor
Get yo ass up on the floor
To all my bros, If you know that you gettin dough
Go and get yo ass up on the floor
Get yo ass up on the floor
Get yo ass up on the floor
To all my folk younger than 29 years old
Let them old folk know you got some soul
And just get yo ass up on the floor
Get yo ass up on the foor (WOO!)

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