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Drumline Video (MV)




Performed By: Randy $avage
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Randy Traylor




Randy $avage - Drumline Lyrics
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Uh
This some real different shit
Savage
Talking bands without the instruments
Imma tell 'em like this
Look
I got designer like Coach and the Prada, but most of y'all niggas got notta
I do the shit that these niggas ain't thought of, these rappers my sons and my daughters
I seen them act I'm unbothered, got dollars, the way you talk could get you slaughtered
She give medulla oblongata like water, give brain you thought she was a scholar
But I'm the one who went to college
Yeah, I'm the one who got the knowledge
I graduated shit with honors
That's what my mama asked Juana
I'm counting and thumbing through commas
You down and you eating McDonald's
I earned all my stripes like a bumble
Now I'm buzzing on 'em but still humble
You was hating then why you ain't say that
Niggas faking they shit where they plate at
Send a hit to the place where you stay at
Getting paid on em' flex that's a payback
Thought you was my dog, we go way back
Said I'm on what they on, we can play that
Make a call to the Don, pull up ASAP
Told you Don got the bomb like the Arabs
They tryna bite my wave, don't know this shit get deep
They see me running game, I'm the one they tryna be
She be giving brain, call that philosophy
Look what I made, I can't count the quantity
I pop a bean, I'm going out reality, oh
Got them McQueens what you know bout it cost a fee, oh
I'm on the lean like I was drowning in the sea
We got them thangs and if you doubt it, come and see
If my brother slide, I slide
If my brother ride, I ride
So tell them niggas gone and hide
I brought my hitters we outside
I mean it seen it in my eyes
We leaving reasons all behind
They squeezing fiedning for the rise
My demons leave them in the skies
I started the grind in the nick of the time
Remember the times slinging nickles and dimes
Dusse got a fifth, Imma a sip in the ride
Designer my shit, Imma drip when I drive
Like I crashed the whip Imma hit from behind
Put in the tip while I'm gripping her thighs
Flipping the script like I'm twisting the lines
Jay Whitt said I did it, it clicked in my mind
Don't give a damn what a hoe say
I'm turnt up, I'm sipping the Jose
Can't catch me liking like no way
My haters be salty like Old Bay
Good drank got a cup full of Dusse
I'm savage but not from the UK
I'm on they head like a toupee
I'm surfing, I started a new wave
Talk slick you get hit with the AK
My dog in the jam, sent him J pay
My Monday to Sunday a payday
Can't check out, you bought it on lay away
I was pushing that Yoda on E-Ways
Make some laps, run it back, that's a relay
Go to sleep, make two racks, that's a three way
Sold the pack before I got it on prepay
Savage
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Uh
This some real different shit
Savage
Talking bands without the instruments
Imma tell 'em like this
Look
I got designer like Coach and the Prada, but most of y'all niggas got notta
I do the shit that these niggas ain't thought of, these rappers my sons and my daughters
I seen them act I'm unbothered, got dollars, the way you talk could get you slaughtered
She give medulla oblongata like water, give brain you thought she was a scholar
But I'm the one who went to college
Yeah, I'm the one who got the knowledge
I graduated shit with honors
That's what my mama asked Juana
I'm counting and thumbing through commas
You down and you eating McDonald's
I earned all my stripes like a bumble
Now I'm buzzing on 'em but still humble
You was hating then why you ain't say that
Niggas faking they shit where they plate at
Send a hit to the place where you stay at
Getting paid on em' flex that's a payback
Thought you was my dog, we go way back
Said I'm on what they on, we can play that
Make a call to the Don, pull up ASAP
Told you Don got the bomb like the Arabs
They tryna bite my wave, don't know this shit get deep
They see me running game, I'm the one they tryna be
She be giving brain, call that philosophy
Look what I made, I can't count the quantity
I pop a bean, I'm going out reality, oh
Got them McQueens what you know bout it cost a fee, oh
I'm on the lean like I was drowning in the sea
We got them thangs and if you doubt it, come and see
If my brother slide, I slide
If my brother ride, I ride
So tell them niggas gone and hide
I brought my hitters we outside
I mean it seen it in my eyes
We leaving reasons all behind
They squeezing fiedning for the rise
My demons leave them in the skies
I started the grind in the nick of the time
Remember the times slinging nickles and dimes
Dusse got a fifth, Imma a sip in the ride
Designer my shit, Imma drip when I drive
Like I crashed the whip Imma hit from behind
Put in the tip while I'm gripping her thighs
Flipping the script like I'm twisting the lines
Jay Whitt said I did it, it clicked in my mind
Don't give a damn what a hoe say
I'm turnt up, I'm sipping the Jose
Can't catch me liking like no way
My haters be salty like Old Bay
Good drank got a cup full of Dusse
I'm savage but not from the UK
I'm on they head like a toupee
I'm surfing, I started a new wave
Talk slick you get hit with the AK
My dog in the jam, sent him J pay
My Monday to Sunday a payday
Can't check out, you bought it on lay away
I was pushing that Yoda on E-Ways
Make some laps, run it back, that's a relay
Go to sleep, make two racks, that's a three way
Sold the pack before I got it on prepay
Savage
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