letra de scram - bbyafricka
[chorus]
i just called my n-gga bill, he’ll k!ll your ass for real
he don’t even need a sniper, n-gga got a lot of sk!ll
he gon’ k!ll you with your hands after we gon’ do a dance
b-tch, you gotta go, b-tch, you gotta scram
real hood big mama used to make spam
told him i don’t wanna f-ck today, i got cramps
n-gga thought that i was outside, hoe ain’t know i was in the booth
you lie to me but i don’t lie to you, so i’ma tell the truth
[verse 1]
i don’t never run into you broke b-tches at the bank
and i ain’t never seen him gettin’ money, n-ggas on the plane
i see you sign a deal and all the label gave you was a chain
the bar is [?]
if we doin’ tit for tat, you know you ain’t finna win
[?] you will never win
the only thing a n-gga еver tell me was to nеver trust
robbin’ n-ggas made me paranoid, so i can’t be on snooze
[pre-chorus]
[?] demons comin’ at me left and right, i’m stayin’ on my toes
and them b-tches curved you [?] you ain’t even got no hoes
you startin’ beef, b-tch, you ain’t finna finish sh-t
you ain’t into [?], you ain’t really ’bout sh-t
[chorus]
i just called my n-gga bill, he’ll k!ll your ass for real
he don’t even need a sniper, n-gga got a lot of sk!ll
he gon’ k!ll you with your hands after we gon’ do a dance
b-tch, you gotta go, b-tch, you gotta scram
real hood big mama used to make spam
told him i don’t wanna f-ck today, i got cramps
n-gga thought that i was outside, hoe ain’t know i was in the booth
you lie to me but i don’t lie to you, so i’ma tell the truth
[verse 2]
mighta spaz on you one time, but i ain’t mad
i said i got a temper, ’bout to f-ck you, make you mad
[?] now i’m kinda sad
if you ain’t goin [?] i got every reason to be mad
ya hear my supersoaker had me moanin’ like myrtle
you f-ck me on my period and i lose [?]
[pre-chorus]
[?] demons comin’ at me left and right, i’m stayin’ on my toes
and them b-tches curved you [?] you ain’t even got no hoes
you startin’ beef, b-tch, you ain’t finna finish sh-t
you ain’t into [?], you ain’t really ’bout sh-t
[chorus]
i just called my n-gga bill, he’ll k!ll your ass for real
he don’t even need a sniper, n-gga got a lot of sk!ll
he gon’ k!ll you with your hands after we gon’ do a dance
b-tch, you gotta go, b-tch, you gotta scram
real hood big mama used to make spam
told him i don’t wanna f-ck today, i got cramps
n-gga thought that i was outside, hoe ain’t know i was in the booth
you lie to me but i don’t lie to you, so i’ma tell the truth
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