21 Savage - Out The Bowl lyrics
[DJ Hoodrich Keem]
Just in case y'all n***as didn't know
We the man round here n***a!
One time, lil lavish n***a
When she give me head she gon' use both hands
And ya know, hey, hey
Im the man, hey
Oh im in the club and im doing the stale face, ok
Hey, why ya mad?
Im just here to get the check please
Hey, I need my check please!
Try to check me, you gon need a check please!
And the f**in Glock become designer
n***as rockin' Glocks like that sh** designer!
Ok, if I pull mine ima f**in design ya!
Ok, leave you chopped up like some f**in' lasagna
Ok, keep the piece, i've been tryna keep the peace
You can clear the f**in' streets that's why im tryna keep the peace
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Ay, I got a money recipe [?]
Ay, they can't work for you, hell, you can work for me
[Hook x2: 21 Savage & Key!]
She love me cause I get it out the bowl
Ima real n***a rockin' real gold
But little do she know
I'm just tryna get her out them clothes
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
20 bands in my hands ima make these b**hes do the Macarena
Ay, ima real street n***a, I be damned if I pay you for a feature!
Mamacita! I wanna meet ya!
Smokin' reefer (gas! gas!), I keep my heater
I met her in the club, I knew she was a cheater (cheating b**h)
I can f** you baby girl but I can't keep you
Yeah, Ima liar, Ima dog, she a silly b**h
She always call my phone with that silly sh**!
You ain't talkin money? hang the phone up (what?)
You ain't talkin money n***a? hold up (what?)
You ain't talkin money n***a? pour up (w-what?)
Got it out the bowl with the cola