“Maybe I Should Do a 20 Lyrics” sung by 21 Savage & Drake represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is Rich Flex by 21 Savage & Drake.
Maybe I Should Do a 20 Lyrics
[Intro: 21 Savage] Yeah, woah, woah, woah
[Chorus: 21 Savage] I had to cut some n^^gas off, they did me-me no good I come from the ghetto, so my trunk is my hood She want, wear no panties ’round me even if she could Gave out plenty spankings ’til they got it understood F^^k the nosebleeds, baby, come sit on this wood If you know it’s tension, don’t come ’round me like it’s good I got street smarts, and you can’t get this out no book I can’t right no wrongs, but I can write these hooks Oh, time to get exposed, you ain’t Been from ’round here, n^^ga, come get off your show Savage Said you p^^sy and he hit it on the nose, but that Board is opеn, why you actin’ like it’s closed? I don’t know Y’all be goin’ in and out rеcessions, the same way that I be going in and out of Texas Or in and out my sessions, or in and out her best friends Or in and out these courtrooms, my lawyer like, “Objection” Yeah, woah, woah All my b^^ches Spanish, boricua Water on my neck, these diamonds came with coral reefer She from overseas, I had to buy her a new Visa Met your wife in Vegas but I hit her in Ibiza She a supermodel so she only eatin’ caesar Used to date a rapper but he acted like a diva N^^gas hustlin’ backwards, out here ballin’ with a re-up Popped a adderall, I feel like I can lift a tree up See too many cameras so I never lift my ski up (Yeah) I jump on your song and make you sound like you the feature I jump on your song and make a label think they need ya, for real
[Chorus: 21 Savage & Drake] On that bull s^^t (Okay), on that bull s^^t (Okay) On that bull s^^t (Okay), on that bull s^^t (Okay) On that bull s^^t (Okay), on that bull s^^t (Okay) On that bull s^^t (Okay), we on all that bull s^^t (Okay) On that bull s^^t (Okay), on that bull s^^t (Okay, okay) On that bull s^^t (Yeah), on that bull s^^t (Yeah) On that bull s^^t (Okay), all that bull s^^t (Okay)
[Verse 3: Drake] D^^n, maybe I should do a twenty Maybe I should break that twenty, do a ten Maybe I should break that ten, do a five Then if it gets loud, do a five again If he held his tongue on that live, he’d be alive again, d^^n My uncle sister know she raised a real one, ill one It’s been thirty mins, I don’t feel none Oh s^^t, wait a minute, think I’m startin’ to feel somethin’ Where you get this motherf^^kin’ pill from? Heard they got some sanctions on my name Heard they plottin’ on my name, heard they bankin’ on my name I got Lita in this b^^ch and he might spank it on a lane I’m just— what, in the cut, throwin’ Franklins on her frame I’ma— ayy, I’ma gentleman, I’m generous I blow a half a million on you hoes, I’m a feminist I never put no prices on no beef until we end this s^^t I pay her half a million for a soul, you my nemesis
[Chorus: 21 Savage & Drake] On that bull s^^t (Okay), on that bull s^^t (Okay) On that bull s^^t (Okay), on that bull s^^t (Okay) On that bull s^^t (Okay), on that bull s^^t (Okay) On that bull s^^t (Okay), we on all that bull s^^t (Okay) On that bull s^^t (Okay), on that bull s^^t (Okay, okay) On that bull s^^t (Yeah), on that bull s^^t (Yeah) On that bull s^^t (Okay), all that bull s^^t (Okay)
[Outro] Nah, I’m on, its midnight, I don’t care Nothing is happening on a Wednesday, I don’t care, I’m on I’m looking for the smoke These guys sitting front row, man, poof, who needs that? Let me put my window down, I need fresh air We don’t want that, we want bars The reason why we listen to 21 and The Boy That’s what we do in Paris, we don’t do Fashion Week Fashion Week is for the last [?], it’s not for us It’s about the lights, the lights that we put on in the city The lights of the Eiffel Tower I’m in charge of it, I’m the one who’s putting it on everyday And you try to flex next, next to me on the red light with your ugly, whatever, flexing, most expensive car, V-12 I drive a Four-Cylinder, I come from nothing but I’m doing something, and you cannot catch my drive As fast as you try to go, you will never catch me man There is only one way, and this way I’m driving, nobody can do it I’m Birdman, that’s who I am In Paris (Brrt, brrt)
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