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letra de six brands - og scumbag

intro]
(purchase your tracks)
first off i ain’t purchasing shit, f-ck that shit
let’s get it
og sc-mbag
ayyyyy

[hook]
and i’m feeling like the f-cking man
yeah i’m feeling like the f-cking man
y’all can’t even try to understand
flipping packs b-tch, spending grams
catch me wearing like six brands
got me feeling like the f-cking man
showing love whenever they can
cause they wanna be the f-cking man

[verse 1]
living life, no plan, never sticking out my hand
[?] couple grams, pop bottles, pop xans
top drop, cops are here
got the work but still no fear
running hope the coast is clear
sirens lights all in my ears
shit got me thinking, is there any ending?
i’m feeling like a king but my crown still spinning
music make me happy but i’m rapping bout my sinning
i’m trapping for my living, and laughing at beginners
see i grew up watching thieves, see my money changing slow
my eyes are on the street, so i learned to stay low
hit my boy for two zips he said i’ll pay four
i ain’t pay nothing so it got me most dough
he ain’t even know so i got him on the scam
can’t f-ck with me cause he know i’m just a man
now i’m addicted to spending all these bands
got me running from the cops with a case in my hands

[hook]

[verse 2]
people gone be jealous, they call me f-cking helpless
just copped a new whip i’m boutta cop a necklace
double cupping got me trippy, we rumble like [?]
my boys in ny we smoking like we hippies
pockets with the 50s, we holding on 40s
30 on 30, we ain’t talking sporty
b-tches want the 20s, the acting so horry
only with the dimes man the 10s on my shorties
see i’m feeling like the f-cking man
drugs got me loopy so you call me f-cking toucan sam
every time i sell a zip i’m thinking like i should have scammed
hoes blowing up my phone, too busy i couldn’t slam
[?] all day but these fiends stay without a rest
my data going over but my work always pay the check
pull up the spot, self b-mping, yeah i flex
every time i [?] he’s blessed

[hook]

[verse 3]
do it for the paper, they call me young sc-mbag
smoking some vapor, boutta have my lungs collapse
never liking labor, seen a couple guns strapped
trap house the neighbors, always for the fat stack
[?] always making it my own
never need people telling me what’s wrong
i grew up f-cking strong so i put it in my songs
and i been fighting all my life, the day i was born
all the b-tches [?], when i hit em [?]
red eyes of reefer, swear i’m sick, teacher
i ain’t listen preacher, but i’m god’s creature
i’m a monster or a leader you can pick either
music couldn’t change me
say i’m slanging, make cheese
[?]
see heart is cold like a body got brain freeze
trust me you can try, but no one will ever phase me

[hook]

- og scumbag

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