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letra de way of the scrumble 2 - scrumbleman

[intro]
baby bottle with the v-cut, i might land on mars
this a deuce of wock’, finna mix it with the cream soda
jean purple, cup purple, boy, we don’t drink yoda
yeah

[verse 1]
this a thigh pad, you can see it pokin’ out my jeans
if it ain’t no wock’ around, f-ck it, i might drink some lean
this a switch on this glockiana, i don’t need no beam
you can see the way i live my life, it’s a living dream
fancy f-ck, pull up to the show in some trak2s
lookin’ in the mirror like, “bro, you are that dude”
f-ckin’ on this baba mama raw, i am that rude
whippin’ in the pot, tellin’ granny that is not food
sippin’ on some hi-tech, seen 12 on the right
boy, i had to drive left (like d-mn)
ridin’ in a striker, five percent with the straps
on the phone with the opps like, “d-mn, i ain’t die yet”

[verse 2]
had to ditch the foreign, i’m might cop a venom gt
glockie in his face, he gon’ see it all in 3d
i can up a nine ’cause i started with a three-piece
i can’t name a n-gga in the world f-ckin’ with me
scratch that, i’m a different type of n-gga
i’m the type of n-gga, have a dollar, turned it to a figure
i’m the type of n-gga that be spinnin’ block and pullin’ triggers
i’m the type of n-gga—, yeah
dog sh-t militia, that’s the lifestyle i live
know some pits, they’ll walk you down, end up in your crib
pourin’ all on this wock’, when i’m done, i l!ck the lid
12 got me in the room, i don’t know what i did
[verse 3]
yeah
label wasn’t talkin’ ’bout an m, so they f-cked up
out in lax in the sprinter, guess i lucked up
(like no for real, like, this real life sh-t, like—)
(alright, come on)
ran up a ten in these sneaks and they off-white
glock on our hip, ’cause they weird and we don’t fight
when i threw the buffs on, boy, that’s a new sight
reachin’ in this bag, you gon’ f-ck around and lose life
pullin’ out a ten, i might wanna f-ck the club up
when i make a thirty, man, i gotta put a dub up
then i give my b-tch a five, tell her ass to shut up
pourin’ up an eight out the faygo, this a mud cup
(b-tch)
(gave my b-tch a five, told her ass to shut up)
(dog sh-t militia, b-tch)

- scrumbleman

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