Subtle Savage

Verse (Ruben):
Gotdammit look what you did
That smooth manipulation
Oooo I shoulda known better
Bad, you just dangerous shit, i caught something deep from one hit What kinda bullshit is this?

Cot damn who made you like this
Baby you so damn selfish it's sick
You ain’t know no true emotion
You can't show no true devotion

Now you on the road to your lonesome
You wanted respect you shoulda shown some
Now you wanna act all wholesome
Maybe you should know somethin

Baby you screwed yourself

Chorus:
Baby, you screwed yourself
Like you came straight from Hell
I could of played games as well
I don't do fuckery and girl you fucked with me

Verse (Terrell Morris)
Like, you don’t my name rings play bells
You, subtle savage cloaked in high fashion
Butt nasty, baby you fly trapping
Well I can do it too, don't be a fucker, fucker
I can make move on anyone of
Shorty's in a phone that want cup of
Juice I got it on me, I'm a son of gun
No matrimony with bust down
Only celebration is a touch down sport
My computer, computing for a hook up
Lock it to mood, I get it done
I sing it talking to her too
I have her walking to the groove and to the sun
As soon as you get out of line
I'm on the run
I tend to find it when I'm on
So don't be so nonchalant
I'm worthy of extra charge, you ain’t got it on the card
Act right, either that or u better pack light
I bet pack, ya act right

Chorus:
Baby, you screwed yourself
Like you came straight from Hell
I could of played games as well
I don’t do fuckery and girl you fucked with me

Baby, you screwed yourself
Like you came straight from Hell
I could of played games as well
I don't do fuckery and girl you fucked with me

Baby, you screwed yourself
Like you came straight from Hell
I could of played games as well
I don’t do fuckery and girl you fucked with me

Baby, you screwed yourself
Like you came straight from Hell
I could of played games as well
I don't do fuckery and girl you fucked with me