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$avage Flow 2 Video (MV)




Performed By: Randy $avage
Language: English
Length: 2:23
Written by: Randy Traylor




Randy $avage - $avage Flow 2 Lyrics
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I gave 'em what they needed in the streets, people's choice
Opps pull we got them heaters I could leave a nigga moist
Turn him to a phantom I ain't talking bout Rolls Royce
If he talkin' we gon chalk him get him lost just like a voice
We got beams my niggas demons they be squeezing hollow points
Dread heads like Rastas in this bitch and we a smoke you like a joint
Got killers in the 'Raq from Minneapolis to Detroit
My niggas gettin active in this bitch we bring the noise
She seen dat I'm that nigga now she wanna suck me up
Got that new hemi Durango custom order bloody guts
Switch from henny to wocky all I sip is Muddy cups
Got a semi on the glocky feelin cocky imma bust
Think that you gon cross me you done lost me you a nut
Now my neck look like a frosty slide like hockey with no puck
I know my hitters got me they like Rocky in the clutch
Why y'all niggas tryna copy bitch you not me you a duck
Niggas think they hot as $avage bitch you must be using
Why yo bitch all on my dick and know the words to all my music
See a opp we let off shots bitch it's like Nike I just do it
What's his name they hit his brain and now that Niggas acting stupid
Now I'm headed on a flight I got the pack and started moving
F*ck what you said about my life bitch I ain't acting it's a movie
I bust his head up in that fight, he ain't a opp, his ass a goofy
He tryna get up in my section, he ain't wit gang, his ass a groupie
They acting like they like that on the gram but they be faking
Where that nigga where my pipe at we gon' hawk em ain't no saving
Miss then imma get 'em right back we gon' chalk him bitch we crazy
Trip I put him in a five pack we gon' stalk him then we blazing
I pull up in that hawk and take the frost straight off the pavement
She can tell I do this often I be flossing on the daily
She gon toss it then I catch it Randy Moss bitch you can't play me
I won't never take a loss I got the sauce bitch I be gravy
I be flossing and I'm saucing, got the recipe
Taking losses not a option, I'm like a referee
Take his top off like a bottle we a pop him like ecstasy
I ain't stopping do this often til I squash em disrespectfully
That hate it's a disease and it be spreading just like leprosy
Shoutout my nigga JayWhitt you the first one to invest in me
If you wasn't rockin wit me then yo bitch ass can't get next to me
Taking pussys out the game and I ain't talkin hysterectomy
Savage
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I gave 'em what they needed in the streets, people's choice
Opps pull we got them heaters I could leave a nigga moist
Turn him to a phantom I ain't talking bout Rolls Royce
If he talkin' we gon chalk him get him lost just like a voice
We got beams my niggas demons they be squeezing hollow points
Dread heads like Rastas in this bitch and we a smoke you like a joint
Got killers in the 'Raq from Minneapolis to Detroit
My niggas gettin active in this bitch we bring the noise
She seen dat I'm that nigga now she wanna suck me up
Got that new hemi Durango custom order bloody guts
Switch from henny to wocky all I sip is Muddy cups
Got a semi on the glocky feelin cocky imma bust
Think that you gon cross me you done lost me you a nut
Now my neck look like a frosty slide like hockey with no puck
I know my hitters got me they like Rocky in the clutch
Why y'all niggas tryna copy bitch you not me you a duck
Niggas think they hot as $avage bitch you must be using
Why yo bitch all on my dick and know the words to all my music
See a opp we let off shots bitch it's like Nike I just do it
What's his name they hit his brain and now that Niggas acting stupid
Now I'm headed on a flight I got the pack and started moving
F*ck what you said about my life bitch I ain't acting it's a movie
I bust his head up in that fight, he ain't a opp, his ass a goofy
He tryna get up in my section, he ain't wit gang, his ass a groupie
They acting like they like that on the gram but they be faking
Where that nigga where my pipe at we gon' hawk em ain't no saving
Miss then imma get 'em right back we gon' chalk him bitch we crazy
Trip I put him in a five pack we gon' stalk him then we blazing
I pull up in that hawk and take the frost straight off the pavement
She can tell I do this often I be flossing on the daily
She gon toss it then I catch it Randy Moss bitch you can't play me
I won't never take a loss I got the sauce bitch I be gravy
I be flossing and I'm saucing, got the recipe
Taking losses not a option, I'm like a referee
Take his top off like a bottle we a pop him like ecstasy
I ain't stopping do this often til I squash em disrespectfully
That hate it's a disease and it be spreading just like leprosy
Shoutout my nigga JayWhitt you the first one to invest in me
If you wasn't rockin wit me then yo bitch ass can't get next to me
Taking pussys out the game and I ain't talkin hysterectomy
Savage
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Writer: Randy Traylor
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