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letra de scam likely - grindhard e

[intro]
yop

[chorus]
if it ain’t tech in my cup, then it’s probably wocky
n-gga say he gon’ do somethin’ to me, we don’t take threats lightly
the only time your phone ring, it say “scam likely”
if you hear my phone ring, it’s a sale probably
five hundred for this zip that i’m smokin’ on
that ain’t what i paid for it, but that’s what i want
sixty bands in all blues on me, feel like a rolling stone
take a b-tch to the room, bust her down, then i’m goin’ home

[verse]
if you see me with a pint, then i’m pourin’ fours
if you see me with some packs at ht, then i got some ‘bows
everybody say the prices went down, i’m still taxin’, though
police took my f&n and plr, i’m still packin’, though
you might not see a gun on my waist, but it’s still close
you might not see me with none of my n-ggas, but we still close
heard the opps at a show, i’ma still go
i’m tryna f-ck a b-tch with my b-tch, i’m a nympho
you the type to have to go and pop a pill to blow your pistol
you was on the porch, i was with my n-gga doin’ kick-doors
it ain’t no purple jeans today, i got on rick owens
it ain’t no n-gga that i looked up to young, you had a big homie
i got a l!ck on me
this grindhard e chain got your b-tch on me
i dogged a lot of hoes out in the past, but they still want me
i done made a lot of money, but i’m still hungry
if i ain’t got at least ten bands on me, then i feel lonely
i’m important, i got n-ggas that’ll k!ll for me
walk you down, stand over your body, it get real ugly
poured a four in a one-liter pop, i’m a real junkie, i get real money
a hundred thousand ain’t sh-t no more, that’s some lil’ money
blunt hittin’ hard, seven grams in it got my nose runny
i don’t trust n-ggas, i feel like they stole or they told somethin’
monkey nuts on the drac’, you could get the whole hundred
next broke lil’ n-gga play with me gon’ have to start a gofundme
i be out the way, they don’t see my face ’cause i be roadrunnin’
i keep my hands in a lot of sh-t, but you won’t know nothin’
n-ggas be cappin’ in they raps, in real life, ain’t never sold nothin’
[chorus]
if it ain’t tech in my cup, then it’s probably wocky
n-gga say he gon’ do somethin’ to me, we don’t take threats lightly
the only time your phone ring, it say “scam likely”
if you hear my phone ring, it’s a sale probably
five hundred for this zip that i’m smokin’ on
that ain’t what i paid for it, but that’s what i want
sixty bands in all blues on me, feel like a rolling stone
take a b-tch to the room, bust her down, then i’m goin’ home

[outro]
(okay, nah, nah, come on, man)

- grindhard e

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