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letra de scammer - teejayx6

[intro]
h-lluva made this beat, baby

[verse]
n-ggas be hatin’, but on the low, i’m their icon (on the low)
a deal comin’, but i know this sh-t just take time (take time)
just ’cause you ain’t got your own style, don’t gotta take mine (b-tch)
k!ll a n-gga while he got his hoodie on, call him trayvon martin
’bout to go crazy in this b-tch, man, don’t get me started (don’t)
thought i had a strong vibe with my b-tch, but our ways parted (godd-mn)
paint a n-gga whole crib up, i feel like a artist (boom, boom, boom)
hoodie on in the a, it got me feelin’ like artist (come on)
just got a thousand cash back up at parkside market
they got a couple gift cards at the 8 mile target
stole my cousin’s id and i think his name demarcus
i see you gettin’ money now, but let’s see who lasts the longest
slapped my lil’ brother ’cause he left my car door open (b-tch)
and i beat his -ss ’cause i caught that lil’ n-gga smokin’ (where you at?)
thirty clip on me right now, you see that b-tch pokin’ (you see it)
put a hundred rounds in his whip and left that b-tch smokin’ (boom, bow)
i just told this b-tch, “don’t interrupt me while i’m smokin'”
that n-gga said that i ain’t gettin’ no money, b-tch, you must be jokin’ (b-tch)
a bullet went straight through his head and i watched that b-tch bust open (to the head)
took this freak b-tch to my crib, ho bust it open
i’m online usin’ somebody’s debit card and this b-tch is stolen (it’s not mine)
he tried to pull up on me flexin’, but that b-tch was stolen
ran into the b-tch n-ggas who jumped me when i went to kroger
he seen i had a strap and tried to play it like, “what up, brodie?”
i’m still tryna run into my uncle, ’cause that n-gga owe me
you a f-ckin’ bum, that’s the reason that you broke and lonely (broke)
when i was broke, a broke b-tch tried to f-ckin’ ho me
until that broke b-tch found out i was a f-ckin’ swiper
my mama told me i was gettin’ money even back in diapers (come on)
i got this lil’ n-gga mad his b-tch f-cked with a swiper
ran off on my plug, told that n-gga send a money wire (b-tch)
run off with my money, i’ma strangle your b-tch–ss with a wire (b-tch)
cheap–ss ho paid fifty dollars for some wires (b-tch)
n-gga think he sweet, the nike tech off a crackhead
went to sleep and my brother smoked my weed, he’s a crackhead (fiend)
bought a new gun, i guarantee this b-tch crack heads (b-tch)
died off the juice, came back alive, now i’m back dead (i’m on)
i just slapped the f-ck out of my b-tch with my backhand (ho)
some n-ggas slid down on our block and we acted dead (oh sh-t)
if you tryna load on bitcoin, get active then (come on)
slid on my opps, they wasn’t there, we came back again (b-tch)
if the clerk let me slide once, then i’m goin’ back in (f-ck wrong with you?)
i’m on the computer doin’ fraud with some white people (my white boys)
bought a sniper rifle so i’m tryna go sight-seein’ (i can see you)
shot a n-gga in his chest to stop him from breathin’
wonder why you broke, ain’t got no hustle, that’s the f-ckin’ reason (that’s the main reason)
i just k!lled one of my opps, but we still not even (b-tch)
poured some red in the chali’ and then turned into a f-ckin’ demon
send some shots out my glock ’til i see a n-gga start bleedin’
he got them old–ss gucci sneakers on, my sh-t new season
’bout to burn down my house, my b-tch said she leavin’
poured a whole eight and popped a perc’, now i think i’m dreamin’
think you get more money than me? n-gga, in your dreams
dropped the n-gga in the dark, all he seen was the green beam
scammed my auntie, charged a hundred for some green beans
and i scammed my brother, charged a hundred for some green leaves (dumb b-tch)
he just tryna be sweet, don’t even know it cost ten a line (he don’t even know)
walked into the living room and i caught my uncle snortin’ lines (oh sh-t)
then i walked into the phone store and added two lines
smacked the gucci store clerk ’cause the b-tch gave me the wrong size (ho -ss b-tch)
then i upped my strap on her, she almost had a seizure
a n-gga got some free sauce from me the last time he bought a feature (come on)
i just scammed a white n-gga who look like justin bieber
told the doctor all i need is some pints, man, i got a fever (all i need)
he tried to give me some change, told that n-gga keep it
bought a whole pint of red and i couldn’t even f-ckin’ drink it
don’t try to p-ss me patrón, ’cause i’m not a drinker (don’t do that)
spill a n-gga’s brains on the floor, now i see what he thinkin’ (dumb b-tch)
i was high as h-ll one day and i started thinkin’
made a mistake and brung some ‘bows to the table on thanksgiving (d-mn)
put your face on a shirt, it was a fatal k!lling
ordered designer clothes, all i had to do was enter my billing
she think that she my b-tch, but it wasn’t that from the beginning (swear to god)
tried to put a tv in my drawers, but the camera caught me stealin’ (d-mn)
i’m tryna go to different heights like i was from sterling (for real)
feel like gunna, i’ma buy my son a baby birkin (dumb b-tch)
sold me a burnt-out method and it wasn’t workin’ (f-ck you)
threw a couple ones at your b-tch and she started twerkin’ (ho–ss b-tch)
walked into a college, tryna scam the university (come on)
i just checked my phone, got a email from universal (yes)
i just seen a n-gga that i scammed on the commercial
stop tryna come around, you not a part of my circle (you not)
changed my ip, i know a n-gga who work at comcast
she ain’t let you eat the p-ssy, nasty n-gga, you ate her -ss
in detroit, they’ll k!ll you for a pair of gl-sses
can’t wear no nike ’cause i like to rock high fashion
you ain’t gettin’ my sauce, so p-ssy n-gga stop askin’
this a eight hundred dollar pot so b-tch, watch where you ashin’ (straight drop)
got into it with my b-tch and she broke all my gl-sses (ho)
you used to get money, but boy, that’s in the past (what happened?)
you poured a four of red and you turned to hulk smash
new cash app method with verification byp-ss (for real)
took the fake id picture, bought myself a mustache
you ain’t even got a dollar to take care of your bus p-ss (oh)
f-cked a b-tch good, she can’t find her eyelash
how you run off on your own mans with your b-tch–ss? (b-tch)
kidnapped my lil’ brother and hid him in the backyard (come on, boy)
he say he ’bout that life, but that boy just act hard (you a p-ssy)
got into an accident and had to call onstar (oh sh-t)
your b-tch f-ck so good, i thought she was a p-rnstar (godd-mn)

- teejayx6

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