Savage .. lyrics

[Intro]
(Hello, diary, it's me again)
Uh, uh, yeah

[Chorus]
She got 21 bodies, she savage
She got 21 bodies, she savage
Don't know what you got on, that's not fashion, yeah

[Verse]
Leave me alone, f*ck that sh*t you gave me
Knew you was a weirdo little b*tch, you talkin' bout babies (I don't play along)
Talkin' bout voodoo like that sh*t not crazy
Here is some Ativan, go and take your meds, has you lost your mind?
Damn, I'm 'bout to take you to Hermès (Huh)
Love is blind, like, f*ck all my diamonds (Yeah)
n*gga, you can't come near me, you n*gga, can't tou' me
Got a TEC motherf*cker, that sh*t could really get bloody
Y'all ain't feel me, whеn I said I ride around dirty
Show the real mе, I'm a monster, I'm so sorry, yeah
I ain't savin' these hoes, like n*gga, I'm not Mario
f*ck what you talkin' bout, I ain't got time for these hoes
You hear what the f*ck you talkin' 'bout? Need to get a diagnosis
I'm fresh as f*ck, mix the Rick with Amazon (Yeah)
I get a ho drunk, she ask me what my sign is
Yeah, you got the guitar beats, that don't mean that you a rockstar
Uh, dirt, mud, get in front of that damn car (That car)
Yeah, ain't no Germans, in our town
Told that b*tch my name, got them digits on my dashboard
Boy, don't cry 'cause I got on f*ckin' Bstroy, huh, long time, yeah
f*ckin' sh*t, I'm paranoid, buy Vyvanse
I ain’t really making no noise
"You alive," Okay, n*gga, might as well enjoy it (Enjoy your life)
What's the timin'? Skeletrix time, I already know that
Yeah no sad sh*t, n*gga, don't f*ckin' hate me
[Chorus]
She got 21 bodies, she savage (Edward Skeletrix is online)
She got 21 bodies, she savage
Don't know, what you got on, that's not fashion
Yeah lil' Richard, huh, what do I do for a living? Yeah, I sell crack, yeah
(Comme des Garçons)
Chains on my head, like Mad Max
Y'all n*ggas ugly as hell, y'all need to f*cking lookmaxx
Huh, stole my flow, bla-blow on him, he a dancer, ah—

[Outro]
She got 21 bodies, she savage (Edward Skeletrix is online)
She got 21 bodies, she savage
Don't know, what you got on, that's not fashion
Yeah lil' Richard, huh, what do I do for a living? Yeah, I sell crack, yeah
(Comme des Garçons)
Chains on my head, like Mad Max
Y'all n*ggas ugly as hell, y'all need to f*cking lookmaxx