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เนื้อเพลง No Heart - 21 Savage

เนื้อเพลง No Heart

Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these n*ggas cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
Petty n*gga p*ssy and I'm hard
I turn that f*cking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I'm praying to my Glock and my card

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 back
Stuart Little, heard these n*ggas some rats
Pockets full of cheese, b*tch I got racks
I'm a real street n*gga b*tch
I am not one of these n*ggas bangin' on wax
P*ssy n*ggas 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 Pantherville
Eighth grade started playin' football, then I was like f*ck the field
Ninth grade I was knocking n*ggas out, n*gga like Holyfield
Fast forward n*gga, 2016 and I'm screaming f*ck a deal
Bad b*tch with me, she so thick, I don't even need a pill
I listen to your raps, thought you was hard
You ain't even street for real
N*ggas love sneak dissing on twitter
They don't want beef for real
And all these n*ggas play like they tough
'Till a n*gga get killed
'Till a n*gga 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 sh*t?
"Savage I was just playin'"
Y'all p*ssy n*ggas fakin', b*tch I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you while your b*tch naked
"Come on man, Savage you know I always play your mixtape"
Yeah n*gga f*ck all that, ask your b*tch how my d*ck tastes

Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these n*ggas cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
Petty n*gga p*ssy and I'm hard
I turn that f*cking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I'm praying to my Glock and my card

So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, n*gga 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
N*ggas actin', like groupies, they don't know us
Little do they know their b*tches f*ckin' on the tour bus

Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these n*ggas cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
Petty n*gga p*ssy and I'm hard
I turn that f*cking 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, n*gga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt

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เนื้อเพลง No Heart ที่แสดงบนเว็บก็เพื่อประโยชน์ในการศึกษาเท่านั้น สิทธิ์ในเนื้อเพลงยังคงเป็นของผู้ประพันธ์หรือผู้ถือสิทธิ์เช่นเดิม - ทางเว็บไซต์ไม่มีบริการดาวน์โหลด MP3 เพลง No Heart หรือบริการดาวน์โหลดใดๆ ซึ่งเป็นการกระทำที่ผิดลิขสิทธิ์ - วิดีโอที่เกี่ยวกับเพลง No Heart เป็นบริการของยูทูบ ทางเว็บไซต์ไม่มีสิทธิ์เลือกหรือคัดเพลงที่เกี่ยวข้อง หากพบเห็นวิดีโอไม่เหมาะสมกรุณาคลิกบนวิดีโอนั้นไปที่เว็บไซต์ยูทูบเพื่อแจ้งกับทางยูทูบ