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letra de bitch please - big scoob

[hook: e-40]
i been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
notin’ but gritters over this way
walkin’ up talkin’ that sh-t, hey
me and my n-gg- like, “b-tch please”
i been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
notin’ but gritters over this way
walkin’ up talkin’ that sh-t, hey
me and my n-gg- like, “b-tch please”

[verse 1: big scoob]
i ain’t gang bangin’ i’m a gang member
love for my blood and the rest get the middle finger
you can get the trigger finger
funny actin’ p-ssy n-gg-, fraud
you ain’t hard, play the part
you can get it n-gg-
old head, long bread, chillin’ and i’m sittin’ back
feet up, livin’ good really and i’m kickin’ back
orchestrate to gettin’ back, b-tton pushin’ pigeon pack
stuffin’ up the duffel with the hustle, n-gg- gimme that
naw really give me that
greed time, gettin’ fat
multiply the paperbacks
gorilla i’m a silver back
my momma cut the similac
with hot sauce and bacon fat
really don’t know how to act
started, imma finish, n-gg- remember that
[hook: e-40]
i been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
notin’ but critters over this way
walkin’ up talkin’ that sh-t, hey
me and my n-gg- like, “b-tch please”
i been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
notin’ but critters over this way
walkin’ up talkin’ that sh-t, hey
me and my n-gg- like, “b-tch please”

[verse 2: b-legit]
i be got a lot, probably on the block (on the block)
we runnin’ from the cops, runnin’ into knots (into knots)
i put it into park, then i put the whop (yeah)
foam a little lot, then i lock the spot
like welcome to my neighborhood (neighborhood)
got cookies and the flavor good (flavor good)
put you lotto on my backwood (yeah)
keep a banger when the sack good (stack good)
watch ya hangin’ if ya that hood (that hood)

[bridge 1: b-legit]
my bro he on the roof with a sixteen
choppa in the bushes with a red beam
you done ran off with the wrong dough
man he fourteen got a long throw

[hook: e-40]
i been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
notin’ but critters over this way
walkin’ up talkin’ that sh-t, hey
me and my n-gg- like, “b-tch please”
i been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
notin’ but critters over this way
walkin’ up talkin’ that sh-t, hey
me and my n-gg- like, “b-tch please”

[verse 3: e-40]
started off with a pinch, hoppin’ over the fence
garbage cans and dog sh-t, albino p-ss
you all up in my face, toaster up on my hip
bringin’ home the bacon, and the cheese and grips
sometime my paper saggy, sometime my yeager crisp
takin’ a stab at this rappin’, selling dope and hittin’ this
grew up on the tar
pluck you like guitar
i be high as f-ck, tryna touch the stars

[bridge 2: e-40]
frank muller on my right, rolex on my left
i dont like to fight, i just like s-x
hustler all my life, popo like to raid
i been gettin’ paid, since the tenth grade (b–tch)

- big scoob

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