Lyrics Amy Winehouse - 21 Savage

Amy Winehouse

Okay, okay
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Said you wanna take my bitch, no way
Yeah, you silly, damn, I’m pissed, yeah
Really might fuck your bitch
Fuck her right and fucking money dance in her clit
You got Chanel on your choker
Say, «X, boy, your dick is a cobra»
I’m gon' fuck your friends, girl, I told ya
I’m gon' fuck your friends, girl, I told ya
Just might, get your skeet for the night
Just might, mix lean with the Sprite
Just might, get your skeet for the night
Just might, mix the lean with the Sprite, bitch
God damn, bars set in, I can’t walk now
All that shit that you was talking, boy, what’s up now?
Got all these slits upon my wrist, like Amy Winehouse
Who gon' fuck me, yeah, yeah, yeah (God damn, god damn)
I don’t get mad, no more
I just fuck harder and harder and
I don’t get mad, no more
I just fuck harder and harder and
I don’t get mad, no more
I just fuck harder and harder and harder and harder and harder and
God damn, god damn, god damn, god damn (Yeah)
God damn, god damn, god damn
God damn, god damn, god damn, god damn (Okay)
God damn, god damn, god- (Okay)
God damn, god damn, god- (Okay, okay, okay, oh-yeah-ah)
God damn, god damn, god damn, god damn (Okay)
God damn, god damn, god damn, god damn (Okay)
Okay, okay