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SAVAGES Video (MV)




Performed By: Rubí Montro
Language: English
Length: 2:20
Written by: gremmy pluto




Rubí Montro - SAVAGES Lyrics




I'm a king, squad, now yk im latin, that mean a thing
Koba on the beat, I'ma win the game, squad
Squad, squad, squad, squad, squad
Man, we them savages, with the shits no laxative

Makin money can't stop us, we step til we go Home and then back again
That weed is pressure, it's stompin all on my chest again
Smokin dope den tote jus kno, I'm not really into Makin it friends
Ill tweak at everybody, throwin shots up at da party

I'm a king with a hood, no saudi, no saudi
I'm latin, so my flag on my body
Y'all girls be f*cked and they thotty
Don't make me tweak, n catch a body

My gun be hot n iss moody
It can shoot left to right like a mood swing
Get you wet like tears from a mood thing
I'ma tote the gat if they ready

Getchu cooked turn yo ass to spaghetti
My piece will throw no pitcher
I'll wipe ya nose where da victim
Stay away if yu ain cool with my kinfolk

I respect the hustle, it's simple,
But if you diss the guys, then it's big smoke
Big 40 i big tote i been the man nigga been known
Back then, they wasn't f*ckin' with me
So nowadays, don't hit my phone

My gas hot, my pipe too
Act sweet, give you type two
Getchu chewed like yo ass hi chew
Wipe his nose no slime hachoo

Any goofy get sent to the moon
You niggas geeks to a real goon
Put my gun, just to hit you wit the back of it
I got bullets in the couch in the packages

Man, we them savages, with the shits, no laxative
Makin money can't stop us
We step till we go home, and then back again
That weed is pressure

Iss stompin all on my chest again
Smokin dope then tote jus kno
I'm not really in to makin friends
I'll tweak at erybody

Throwin shots up at the party
I'm a king with a hood, no Saudi, no saudi
Know im latin so my flag on my body
Y'all girls be f*cked n' they thotty

Don't make me tweak n catch a body
My gun be hot, and it's moody
It can shoot' left and right like a mood swing
Get you wet like tears from the mood thing

N ima tuck the gat if they ready getchu cooked turn yo ahh to spaghetti
My piece throw no picture
I wipe your nose where the victim
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I'm a king, squad, now yk im latin, that mean a thing
Koba on the beat, I'ma win the game, squad
Squad, squad, squad, squad, squad
Man, we them savages, with the shits no laxative

Makin money can't stop us, we step til we go Home and then back again
That weed is pressure, it's stompin all on my chest again
Smokin dope den tote jus kno, I'm not really into Makin it friends
Ill tweak at everybody, throwin shots up at da party

I'm a king with a hood, no saudi, no saudi
I'm latin, so my flag on my body
Y'all girls be f*cked and they thotty
Don't make me tweak, n catch a body

My gun be hot n iss moody
It can shoot left to right like a mood swing
Get you wet like tears from a mood thing
I'ma tote the gat if they ready

Getchu cooked turn yo ass to spaghetti
My piece will throw no pitcher
I'll wipe ya nose where da victim
Stay away if yu ain cool with my kinfolk

I respect the hustle, it's simple,
But if you diss the guys, then it's big smoke
Big 40 i big tote i been the man nigga been known
Back then, they wasn't f*ckin' with me
So nowadays, don't hit my phone

My gas hot, my pipe too
Act sweet, give you type two
Getchu chewed like yo ass hi chew
Wipe his nose no slime hachoo

Any goofy get sent to the moon
You niggas geeks to a real goon
Put my gun, just to hit you wit the back of it
I got bullets in the couch in the packages

Man, we them savages, with the shits, no laxative
Makin money can't stop us
We step till we go home, and then back again
That weed is pressure

Iss stompin all on my chest again
Smokin dope then tote jus kno
I'm not really in to makin friends
I'll tweak at erybody

Throwin shots up at the party
I'm a king with a hood, no Saudi, no saudi
Know im latin so my flag on my body
Y'all girls be f*cked n' they thotty

Don't make me tweak n catch a body
My gun be hot, and it's moody
It can shoot' left and right like a mood swing
Get you wet like tears from the mood thing

N ima tuck the gat if they ready getchu cooked turn yo ahh to spaghetti
My piece throw no picture
I wipe your nose where the victim
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Writer: gremmy pluto
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