
monster (Demo) 21 Savage (Ft. Childish Gambino)
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[Intro]
Power
The money and the fame make a monster
A monster
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
[Verse: Childish Gambino]
Baby Jesus, Lord, help me (Help), margarita for a selfie (Yeah)
Lil Uzi like Vert (Yeah), keep it moving, lightwork (Huh?)
I know what the game like right now (Right now)
Might smoke, wanna be piped down (Piped down)
Walk around 'cross the park, iced out (Woo, woo)
Huh, huh, huh, you be slumped over quick (Woo)
Hit that blunt like a lick (Yeah), hit that blunt, now I'm lit (Yeah)
Niggas talk like you on somethin'
They ain't buckin' bullets, man, you know they runnin'
I'm a superstar, look at my wrist (Wrist)
Bimmer lookin' i8 (8), look at him, sheesh (Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh)
Sheesh, this ain't that little talk (Little talk)
Ayy, they say my neck on Fall (Neck on Fall)
Ayy, worldwide, spotlight, that's how we kick it off (Yeah)
The pain takes tolls on your whole thing (Ooh)
They on your neck like a gold chain (Ooh)
Why do they act like they know me? (Yeah)
Way too fly, my guy
Praises to Allah, yeah, yeah, we too hot, yeah, yeah
Bino back, yeah, yeah, do it like that, yeah, yeah
Why they want you crazy? You ain't know?
I be snapping Fabo, y'all should face the cable, yuh
Power
The money and the fame make a monster
A monster
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
[Verse: Childish Gambino]
Baby Jesus, Lord, help me (Help), margarita for a selfie (Yeah)
Lil Uzi like Vert (Yeah), keep it moving, lightwork (Huh?)
I know what the game like right now (Right now)
Might smoke, wanna be piped down (Piped down)
Walk around 'cross the park, iced out (Woo, woo)
Huh, huh, huh, you be slumped over quick (Woo)
Hit that blunt like a lick (Yeah), hit that blunt, now I'm lit (Yeah)
Niggas talk like you on somethin'
They ain't buckin' bullets, man, you know they runnin'
I'm a superstar, look at my wrist (Wrist)
Bimmer lookin' i8 (8), look at him, sheesh (Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh)
Sheesh, this ain't that little talk (Little talk)
Ayy, they say my neck on Fall (Neck on Fall)
Ayy, worldwide, spotlight, that's how we kick it off (Yeah)
The pain takes tolls on your whole thing (Ooh)
They on your neck like a gold chain (Ooh)
Why do they act like they know me? (Yeah)
Way too fly, my guy
Praises to Allah, yeah, yeah, we too hot, yeah, yeah
Bino back, yeah, yeah, do it like that, yeah, yeah
Why they want you crazy? You ain't know?
I be snapping Fabo, y'all should face the cable, yuh
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