Berikut merupakan No Heart Lyrics - 21 Savage. Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard? Why these niggas cappin' so hard? Why you got a 12 car garage? Why you pullin' all these rappers cards? Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard I turn that fucking soft into some hard I grew up in the streets without no heart I'm praying to my Glock and my carbon I sit back and read, like Cat in the hat 21 Savage, the cat with the MAC 21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood but I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the
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Stuart Little, heard these niggas some rats Pockets full of cheese, bitch I got racks I'm a real street nigga bitch I am not one of these niggas bangin' on wax Pussy niggas love sneak dissing 'til I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire Wet your mama's house, wet your grandma's house, keep shootin' until somebody die So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar, thought it was Fourth of July You was with your friends playing Nintendo, I was playin' 'round with that fire Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Panthersville Eighth grade started playin' football, then I was like fuck the field Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out, nigga like Holyfield Fast forward nigga, 2016 and I'm screaming fuck a deal Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don't even need a pill I listened to your raps, thought you was hard You ain't even street for real Niggas love sneak dissing on twitter They don't want beef for real And all these niggas play like they tough 'Til a nigga get killed 'Til a nigga get spilled, 'Til your blood get spilled I'm a at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill' "I been with you since day one. Savage, I ain't even hating." So what's up with all that Instagram shit? "Savage, I was just playin'." Y'all pussy niggas fakin', bitch I hang around them Haitians Pull up on you, tie your kids up Pistol whip you while your bitch naked "Come on, man. Savage, you know I always play your mixtape." Yeah, nigga, fuck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard? Why these niggas cappin' so hard? Why you got a 12 car garage? Why you pullin' all these rappers cards? Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard I turn that fucking soft into some hard I grew up in the streets without no heart I'm praying to my Glock and my carbon So much dope that it broke the scale They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' a bale Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt Chain swangin', diamonds blangin', hold up Pistol swangin', gang bangin', hold up Niggas actin', like groupies, they don't know us Little do they know their bitches fuckin' on the tour bus Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard? Why these niggas cappin' so hard? Why you got a 12 car garage? Why you pullin' all these rappers cards? Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard I turn that fucking soft into some hard I grew up in the streets without no heart I grew up in the streets without no heart So much dope that it broke the scale They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' a bale Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard? I sit back and read like Cat in the Hat Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard? So much dope that it broke the scale Young Savage, why you trappin' so
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