Lyrics 21 Savage – Skirtt Skirtt

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Cooking up dope in Givenchys, all my niggas counting benjis
Pull up on you with the sticks nigga, we gon’ handle business
I know a lot of niggas out here say they worth a mill ticket
I guess everybody rich, you a goddamn liar
Took the stand on your right hand man, so you had to die
Lost a lot of my real niggas so I had to cry
21 and that sex money what I live by
Glock 40 with the 30 round and a red dot
Young nigga went from hotboxing to a trap spot
Niggas clutching on the choppers every time the fuckin’ door knock
Santan molly that’ll make your fucking heart stop
Feds taking pictures every time the fucking car stop

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My wrist in the bowl and I skirt, I bought a new Rarri and skirt
I fuck on your bitch then I skirt, we pull up and murder and skirt
They niggas they know I’m berzerk, I keep it up under my shirt
My nigga we flipping that work, we jug and remixing that work
Lil bitty bitch wanna flirt, this lil bitty bitch wanna flirt
I’m fucking this bitch for a perc, I’m fucking this bitch for a perc
I’m smoking the OG from Cali, you lil niggas still smokin’ purp
Niggas be talking that gangster shit til these lil niggas get hurt
Slaughter Gang nigga, they with me and they will put you on a shirt
I Slaughter Gang nigga, I’ll slaughter your daughter then send her to church
Can’t lose no more niggas, I lost some real niggas and nigga it hurts
So I bought a new chopper, it’s fully and semi and 3 round burst

(Mothafucking Slaughter Tape, nigga)
(Yeah nigga, y’all know what the fuck going on nigga)
(Huh?)
Slaughter your daughter
Slaughter your daughter
21, 21, 21
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