Save the Drama

Tracy T, Chris Brown, Kevin Gates

One, two, three Ain't no sense in standin' on Up after the club we really not losin' Bad women still choosin' Keep a million dollars worth of Game in your ear i said Savignon, bill And that shit that disappear Certainly not on me, was understood Can't explain it The loudest language always been bad language Don't try to change (Chris) Gunshots (yeah) , you lots (yeah) Hennessy, I don't really like scotch (O oh) At the 'Don when I'm talkin' to the Dutch And I'm ridin' with the pockets like, "Fam You up?" (yeah) Dippers and the wait notes (yeah) Black mask, we just hit a lick Better keep your face down (Agh) Huh, get loud when that kick sound (Bah) If you miss it, don't come, uh (Ow) No tops, no tops (yeah) Go to collect, we in Paris when we shop You gotta give the man props Your girl love the man lots (Haha) , fuck it I'm on that pussy like a rumpa (yeah) If I tag a girl, she gotta have a bumper Oh, that pussy got that fire like a dragon (yeah) And I know she got that wagon from her mama (yeah) Call it a homicide, how she do The guys and she make her mum jealous (Ow) Make me terrified I can tell your skin 'cause You usin' your melanin (Oh) Oh, no, no, no, no light another blunt Then we gon' light up the floor Smokin' all that ganja You can smell through the door Sex tape never, 'less she tell me record And I know where your head's at Got your attitude from your mother, oh And I'm the one who said that Just do me a favor and save the drama Get the baddest bitch and treat Her like the worst (Woah) Poppin' the Henny Trippin' if you fuck the pussy first (Woah) You gon' fuck or I'm gon' fuck Or you gon' fall in love I was gettin' that one fuck I'm fuckin' with the plug Bitches textin', I'm a dawg, she fetchin' Bitch, I'm on, no flexin' Fucked a hundred of her besties Said that's just for that extra Range shit to forget ya Bodies under my belt Just to make it official I forget the hit mission Never forget the pistol Diggin' all the way in her Killin' and leavin' victims I got trust issues I might think you trippin' Really I be trippin' Rollin' with loads of Smith & Wessons This the gang, bitch You better catch it 'fore you be over-tested Rather pull up in a Bentley Used to pull up in Chevys On my counter, can't get enough On my counter, ten paper cuts Like countin', can't get enough, nigga Call it a homicide, how she do The guys and she make her mum jealous (Ow) Make me terrified I can tell your skin 'cause You usin' your melanin (yeah) Oh, no, no, no, no light another blunt Then we gon' light up the floor Smokin' all that ganja You can smell through the door Sex tape never, 'less she tell me record And I know where your head's at Got your attitude from your mother, oh And I'm the one who said that Just do me a favor and save the drama (Grab your) Likkle waist, gyal (yeah) Likkle waist, gyal (yeah) lick di poom-poom Like di taste, gyal (Brah) I done made love in the strangest places (Oh, Lord) I'm a real plug, move thangs on the daily Like di man in the morn', I be safe (yeah) Smoke di ganja, mi coughs every day (Ah) I'm a rider, she a rider Hold the Glock 9, right on sight her Hit the high notes like Mariah I done feel electric when the vibe is right I'm a drug, I'ma get you high tonight Fall in love with me, pussy mine tonight I could see you want me, pull you closely Sound on silent, ignore the phone ring Deep breath, hands on knees, just get it Real small waist, fat ass, lil' titties Email please, Gates don't do digit's Mouth on bling, just spent two million Laid back, low-key, big lean sippin' S63 coupe, yee, I'm whippin' Heroin trap, back street, move chickens New boo thing on fleek, roof missin' Chris B hit me, dip through, kick it Straps on lap, big shit I give her Hat to the back, lot of tats, I'm chillin' Matter of fact, big racks, I get it Kevin Gates don't hang, bae, stop slippin' Bullshit make a real nigga lose interest Oh, no, no, no, no light another blunt Then we gon' light up the floor Smokin' all that ganja You can smell through the door Sex tape never, 'less she tell me record And I know where your head's at Got your attitude from your mother, oh And I'm the one who said that Just do me a favor and save the drama

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