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letra de it wasn't me - lil scxars

[intro]
(robmadeit)

[verse 1]
she accused me of cheatin’, so then i told her “wasn’t me”
pullin’ up with the patty, feel like a sponge under the sea
i’m out here dippin’ and saucin’, talkin’ potato skin
runnin’ up a check and a check ’cause you know i always win
ayo, wait what? now we go to the pacific
your girl is in my crib, we ’bout to whip a honda civic
i’m finna spin yo’ block, then dip, i’m never sinnin’
don’t get too rallied up, ’cause this is just the beginning
i rock a brand new grill into my t–th, i’m always grinnin’
made it through the dirt and soil, now my pockets always springin’
gotta get a boosie fade, so i give me a little trimmin’
haters gonna hate, i don’t care, ’cause they pockets ain’t swimmin’
never stop workin’, i got your girl smirkin’
they say that i’m a burden, my pockets always hurtin’
all these racks, i deserve it
i’m feelin’ like the man, i’m in my bag, i’m always lurkin’
pockets swimming, yeah, they surfin’
yeah, i’m goin’ up, i might just flex up on the roof
he pushin’ into my circle, i pull up with the swoosh
i got jordans on my feet, lookin’ like a nike swoosh
i got so much drip, i think you gonna need some rain boots
ayy, ayy, ayy
[chorus]
yeah, i’m finna go undercover, finna pull up on your grandma
knockin’ on the stained-glass door (ayy, yuh, let’s go)
then she let me in, and she gave me chicken popeye
couldn’t even ask for more (okay, let’s go)

[post-chorus]
don’t got a side hustle, got a main focus
’cause i do not do my chores (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
i can’t even talk ’cause i don’t got a fan base
ego is the size of a dwarf (ayy, ayy, ayy)

[verse 2]
i made a milly off a phone, an electronic
you know i’m catchin’ rings, call me sonic, we ’bout to pop it
i’m off the charts, just like i said, i am not special
and i think that is because my ego’s the size of a pencil, ayy, ayy

[chorus]
yeah, i’m finna go undercover, finna pull up on your grandma
knockin’ on the stained-glass door (ayy, yuh, let’s go)
then she let me in, and she gave me chicken popeye
couldn’t even ask for more (no, no, no, buh, buh)

[bridge]
and i got a feelin’ that she’s gonna end up cheatin’ on me
all this time i was with her, i thought that she had some loyalty, ayy
[outro]
oh my god
it is 12:37 a.m right now
i am tired, not gon’ lie
but this was fun to record, not gon’ lie
ayy, yuh, let’s go
alright, i’ma go to bed now
i’ll see you guys later
bye!

- lil scxars

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