Bitch Ima muhf*ckin Savage
I pull the tag off the mattress
Ima go cheat on my sad bitch
And go stick my meat in a fat bitch
This ain't cod fish
This a Catfish
& my stripper hoe need her ass licked
But I have kids that I still kiss
& these bitches dirty & they steal shit
& I ain't no blood but I spill shit
She got a fake ass she don't feel shit
I'm on bel air like I'm Will Smith
F*ck a light switch hit the Kill switch
Drop a pipe bomb on a lil bitch
I got napalm & that kills kids
Ain't no State Farm just the state pen
I got late calls I got late texts
Ain't no pay stubs I get pay checks
I don't chase hoes I just chase racks
You just change clothes I get to change jets
Where I came from you can't change that
She half black chinese
Have rich sex
Said it's going down
She need blistex
When I'm high as f*ck
Have a sixth sense
You won't ever ever get yo bitch back
I don't ride coasters I don't Play fair
Money counter going ape shit
Said you ride or die. I just Can't tell
Know the feds watching I don't stay still
Think they slick Rick think they kill bill
Think I'm Curtis Jackson I still will
Pick the blue pill pick the red pill
Hit the matrix like a new cereal
Got 100 dollars that's blue cheese
& that's pocket change call that loose leaf
I got Face tats
I got good weed
Face tats
I got good weed
& you possy
Trippy Gucci
Got these stripper hoes goin
God speed
Do the block boy
In her coochie
Do the block boy
In her coochie
Deadass
Bitch Ima muhf*ckin Savage
I pull the tag off the mattress
Ima go cheat on my sad bitch
And go stick my meat in a fat bitch
This ain't cod fish
This a Catfish
& my stripper hoe need her ass licked
But I have kids that I still kiss
& these bitches dirty & they steal shit
Trippy Riccy - MF Savage Lyrics
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Bitch Ima muhf*ckin Savage
I pull the tag off the mattress
Ima go cheat on my sad bitch
And go stick my meat in a fat bitch
This ain't cod fish
This a Catfish
& my stripper hoe need her ass licked
But I have kids that I still kiss
& these bitches dirty & they steal shit
& I ain't no blood but I spill shit
She got a fake ass she don't feel shit
I'm on bel air like I'm Will Smith
F*ck a light switch hit the Kill switch
Drop a pipe bomb on a lil bitch
I got napalm & that kills kids
Ain't no State Farm just the state pen
I got late calls I got late texts
Ain't no pay stubs I get pay checks
I don't chase hoes I just chase racks
You just change clothes I get to change jets
Where I came from you can't change that
She half black chinese
Have rich sex
Said it's going down
She need blistex
When I'm high as f*ck
Have a sixth sense
You won't ever ever get yo bitch back
I don't ride coasters I don't Play fair
Money counter going ape shit
Said you ride or die. I just Can't tell
Know the feds watching I don't stay still
Think they slick Rick think they kill bill
Think I'm Curtis Jackson I still will
Pick the blue pill pick the red pill
Hit the matrix like a new cereal
Got 100 dollars that's blue cheese
& that's pocket change call that loose leaf
I got Face tats
I got good weed
Face tats
I got good weed
& you possy
Trippy Gucci
Got these stripper hoes goin
God speed
Do the block boy
In her coochie
Do the block boy
In her coochie
Deadass
Bitch Ima muhf*ckin Savage
I pull the tag off the mattress
Ima go cheat on my sad bitch
And go stick my meat in a fat bitch
This ain't cod fish
This a Catfish
& my stripper hoe need her ass licked
But I have kids that I still kiss
& these bitches dirty & they steal shit
I pull the tag off the mattress
Ima go cheat on my sad bitch
And go stick my meat in a fat bitch
This ain't cod fish
This a Catfish
& my stripper hoe need her ass licked
But I have kids that I still kiss
& these bitches dirty & they steal shit
& I ain't no blood but I spill shit
She got a fake ass she don't feel shit
I'm on bel air like I'm Will Smith
F*ck a light switch hit the Kill switch
Drop a pipe bomb on a lil bitch
I got napalm & that kills kids
Ain't no State Farm just the state pen
I got late calls I got late texts
Ain't no pay stubs I get pay checks
I don't chase hoes I just chase racks
You just change clothes I get to change jets
Where I came from you can't change that
She half black chinese
Have rich sex
Said it's going down
She need blistex
When I'm high as f*ck
Have a sixth sense
You won't ever ever get yo bitch back
I don't ride coasters I don't Play fair
Money counter going ape shit
Said you ride or die. I just Can't tell
Know the feds watching I don't stay still
Think they slick Rick think they kill bill
Think I'm Curtis Jackson I still will
Pick the blue pill pick the red pill
Hit the matrix like a new cereal
Got 100 dollars that's blue cheese
& that's pocket change call that loose leaf
I got Face tats
I got good weed
Face tats
I got good weed
& you possy
Trippy Gucci
Got these stripper hoes goin
God speed
Do the block boy
In her coochie
Do the block boy
In her coochie
Deadass
Bitch Ima muhf*ckin Savage
I pull the tag off the mattress
Ima go cheat on my sad bitch
And go stick my meat in a fat bitch
This ain't cod fish
This a Catfish
& my stripper hoe need her ass licked
But I have kids that I still kiss
& these bitches dirty & they steal shit
Writer: Eric Alexander
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