S-Proven - Savage Lyrics

Yeah, it's proven
Goddi, what up B
GP, I got you on one, man
NY to NC, let's get it
Nigga, I'm on T-Time right now
Finna send a head out
Finna get a beach body right now
Workin' this pen out
Yeah, I know it's been a minute
Since you heard me kick it like this
Niggas don't spit it like this
Beast mode like I told y'all niggas
Tired of talking, time to show y'all niggas
Take food from the lions for my gorillas, nigga
Listen, I sip wine and mind my business
They fine, I dine, my woman
Always cryin' bout somethin', she five foot nothin
Don't play with her ass, she ain't bout that bluffin
She tuck it, but I'm the only one that'll make her bust it
She had a destiny's child, that said f*ck it
I call her LaToya Luckett
Touchdown with a bust down
I'm in Chi-Town, callin' hut now
Ball don't make me call, this play
I'll bathe in bae like a bathing ape
Just let me do my thing beat the pussy like Anna-Mae
As I tell that pussy sing go
Hittin' that spot like bingo
Tu sabe moreno gringo
Cuttin' the bank on niggas, Cee lo
Migo
Split the scene, nigga, please don't F*ck up my vibe, peace amoke
I'm way too high, clean sauce
No grey pompon with a mean joint gettin' sauced under palms she know
Yeah, listen
I was baggin' up, watchin' Richie Rich
I'm about a dollar, dawg, lotta calls
I been pushin' weight without a spotter, dawg
Leavin' gunk, six feet, you know, kinda tall
Punchin' off the muscle, my arm done caught a frog
There's no more civilians, should've stayed on the porch
The grown folk ride at the fare ain't takin' no shorts
Bring the smoke to the crib like I'm vapin' indoors
Vince McMahon, got these new rappers fakin' for sport
No room for growth, stop lyin' to yourself
Time for an alignment, your drive went left
Shit, I made weight, no denyin' me the belt
Sex worker in the whip, I'm ridin' with the help
I mean, I go hard in the paint, you gotta foul me harder
Put the potato on Nina, she a silent partner
They don't wanna put in the work, but want titles
Pen and godly shit, I could've wrote the Bible
Trauma left multiple scars, it look tribal
Kneel down with the scope, look up to him like idols
You better book, cause the magazine never misread
They say it's givin' midget vibes, I done got the big head
Schoolin' who, I been had a buzz like a new recruit
Run the fade I ain't Cooper Flagg, I ain't new to Duke
Goin' off actions, words mean shit to me
Before Morgan in Walking dead I had to stick with me