21 Savage - MR RECOUP (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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21 Savage - MR RECOUP (en) Lyrics
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Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Just bought a pair of new
gym fuckin' socks
Chubbs' Tyler Perry, he make
plays for the block
Wasn't even 'bout to rap
on this, but it knocks
Where you tryna go? 'Cause
it's smoke at the top
Spade at the party, throw them
bitches in the truck
We was just on Yonge Street,
they was eatin' it up
My life ain't a movie,
bitch, it's just us
They can't find the shooter,
bitch, 'cause it's us
Us, us, it was us
Niggas shot my brother, now
I don't know who to trust
My opps be so broke that we've
been shootin' at the bus
Bro say, "Play it patient," nah, dog,
I'm in a rush, I'm tryna buck
Ayy, I'm tryna shoot,
he tryna clutch, ayy
I'm tryna add him to the
list like a deluxe, ayy
I'm tryna watch the windshield
fall from off his truck, ayy
I'm tryna smack his twin, show
him it wasn't luck, pussy
Damn, Alex Moss, that's
a really big chain
Really, it's no wonder why
my neck is in pain
Damn, Iceman, your initials
just changed
Mr. Recoup, that's my other nickname
Spade at the party, long
wheel, bass range
Chances are I'll probably never
see these hoes again
No Face B, that's my motherfuckin'
hitter
Drake is your daddy and he
couldn't find a sitter
Every single year, what I'm
grossin', it get bigger
If I really pop it, I'll have some
niggas triggered (My bad)
I ain't no real rapper, I'm a
fuckin' gravedigger (Pussy)
He don't like me 'cause my niggas
killed one of his niggas (Bitch)
Pitch-black paint, but the
seats, they vanilla (Go)
I converse with CEOs, you
talk on the pillow (Go)
Watch me do the trainin' then
smack your main hitter (21)
I got fifty-somethin' old schools
like my name Spitta (21)
All these niggas cap, they
exaggeratin' hats (Pussy)
Go against the mob, you'll be
layin' on your back (Frrt)
I don't speculate, if I speak,
then it's the facts (Facts)
We the type of niggas, cut the
tails off the rats (Bitch)
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