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letra de rolling 60's - scy jimm

[intro: scy jimm]
uh
ayy, big scy sh-t, lil’ n-gga, ya know i’m sayin’?
ayy, big t2t, ya know i’m sayin’?
n-gga knowin’ what it is, know i’m sayin’?
ayy, wam, what it do?
young n-gga sh-t
ayy, f-ck a n-gga, ayy

[chorus: scy jimm]
yeah, i’m rockin’ vlone, came a long way from d-ckie, uh
bro, if you rock, you know (pew, pew) i’m rollin’ like the 60s (pew, pew)
don’t even show your chop’ if it ain’t holdin’ fifty (grrlaow, grrlaow)
if you wadn’t on that block with us, then you ain’t comin’ with me (ayy, yeah)
young n-gga trap for real, i ain’t been to sleep in days (sleep in days)
reminiscing ’bout my brother, how he in a f-cking cage (how the f-ck?)
i get on that road and go to driving with a rage (skrrt, skrrt)
i’ma buy a big-ass house and fill it up with ‘k’s
[verse 1: wam spinthabin]
ah, sh-t, i’m tired of these rappin’-ass n-ggas, n-ggas be assed out (assed out)
he shouldn’t have blitzed, f-ck n-gga tried to be sl!ck, this n-gga flagged out (flagged out)
all on the ‘net, f-ck n-gga uploadin’ texts, i’m on yo’ ass now (ass now)
n-ggas be gooking, yeen ain’t gon’ get in the fiеld, you gotta drop you a bag now (bag now)
n-gga, you trippin’, f-ck making this music, i’m ready to crash out (crash out)
n-ggas be flaggin’, if they hit bruh with that lеad, yeen ain’t gon’ spaz out (spaz out)
bruh, you a b-tch, you better be playin’ with woo when i bring my mask out (n-gga)
this sh-t ain’t new, nah, i ain’t dropping no diss, i’m just telling the truth, trust (n-gga)

[verse 2: scy jimm, wam spinthabin & both]
ayy, boy, don’t go to telling, that’s how n-ggas get k!lled (how these b-tches gettin’ k!lled)
i don’t want to go back to taking, but if i got to, b-tch, i will (ayy, b-tch, i will)
i don’t do no rattin’, check my background, b-tch, i’m cleared (b-tch, i’m clear)
they want me stuck in jail, but i’m like f-ck it, b-tch, i’m here (b-tch, i’m here)
ayy, i’m gon’ last in this (i’m gon’ last in this)
tried to show you real, you just gave me yo’ ass to kiss (ayy, come on)
flexin’ on my opps, i see i got them mad and sh-t (ahahaha)
they think it’s halloween, we ridin’ ’round with masks and sh-t, ayy

[verse 3: wam spinthabin]
lil’ bro ain’t got no heart (no heart), he take your soul like it ain’t nothin’ (nothin’)
ain’t entertaining no rap n-gga (rap n-gga) ’cause them n-ggas be bluffin’ (bluffin’)
it’s opp pack in my ‘wood (dead), know it’s dead n-ggas i’m puffing (n-gga)
lil’ wiz just bought a ‘k, bro shoot sh-t like andre drummond (glah)
i done came a long way, remember i had nothin’ (ain’t have nothin’)
it’s fifty in my clip (n-gga), bro put thirty in his stomach (asap), n-gga
bro put thirty in his stomach (glah)
pull up on a n-gga block, i do it like it’s nothin’ (glah), n-gga, n-gga

- scy jimm

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