SAVAGE

S-A-V-A-G-E

(Who is she?)

S-A-V-A-G-E

Can’t bring me down

Feel the pain,

Feel the fire burn my name

(S-SAVAGE)

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Too slick, too cool, I rule, you drool,

Too hot, too cold, you suck, I’m bold.

F-feel the gold drippin’ off my neck

Feel the diamonds prick my skin

I can rig the game, baby I don’t play

My tongue, licks fresh—(fresh)

Do my, fit check—(okay)

A little bloody, on the shard—(ooh)

Cuz I learned, to survive—(alright)

Too hot, for men,

Too cold, to care, (don’t care)

I control, you watch

I make the game, you listen and obey—

Too slick, too cool, I rule, you drool,

Too hot, too cold, you suck, I’m bold.

My words, cut tight,

Slick, like a, sharp knife.

S-A-V-A-G-E

No sweet, ain’t kind,

I got a, mean mind

S-A-V-A-G-E

All men want trouble

Can’t have me, I’m trouble

I cut so sharp, I’ll cut you off

Too slick, too cool, I rule, you drool,

Too hot, too cold, you suck, I’m bold.

My words, cut tight,

Slick, like a, sharp knife.

S-A-V-A-G-E

No sweet, ain’t kind,

I got a, mean mind

S-A-V-A-G-E

I’m bad, so bad. Mhm.

Too slick, too cool, I rule, you drool,

Too hot, too cold, you suck, I’m bold.

My words, cut tight,

Slick, like a, sharp knife.

S-A-V-A-G-E

No sweet, ain’t kind,

I got a, mean mind

S-A-V-A-G-E