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letra de sushi - young scooter

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[intro]
yeah!
eastside in this b-tch
chophouze on the track

[chorus]
i’m a product of my environment like boosie (like boosie)
n-gg-, all my dope raw, n-gg- sushi (raw dope)
they keep askin’ why i ain’t did no song with gucci (yeah)
i keep countin’ money wrappin’ bales in gucci (count up)
i had they key to the streets, way before lucci (streets)
me and your b-tch just made a movie, she a groupie
i just pulled up in a ‘vert, i ain’t talkin’ uzi
i got cocaina, softer than a smoothie (yeah)

[verse 1]
i’ll probably never do another song with gucci mane
real talk i did your folks show for a hundred bands
young scooter i took the hardaway, came up like derez
all these p-ssy -ss n-gg-s be snitchin’, they got ralo in the feds
i’m the king of jugg [?] you p-ssy n-gg-s love that
all that juggin’ in your raps, you n-gg-s should thank me for that
sell a million, i work for saks, you wanna walk in my shoes
sh-t, i made myself a boss and i play by my own rules
yeah, i’m one of the realest rappers who ever did this sh-t
you know, half you rap n-gg-s ain’t sold a nick
i’m a product of my environment, they named me after the pavement
street street, zone 6, i’m a real 80’s baby

[chorus]
i’m a product of my environment like boosie (like boosie)
n-gg-, all my dope raw, n-gg- sushi (raw dope)
they keep askin’ why i ain’t did no song with gucci (yeah)
i keep countin’ money wrappin’ bales in gucci (count up)
i had they key to the streets, way before lucci (streets)
me and your b-tch just made a movie, she a groupie
i just pulled up in a ‘vert, i ain’t talkin’ uzi
i got cocaina, softer than a smoothie (yeah)

[verse 2]
i got sushi, cocaina, sh-t be soft as ice cream
throw a brick and a half a remix in the re-rock machine
the dope’ll move across the pot like that boy billie jean
my trap look like a parking lot, these cost twenty racks a piece
there ain’t no limit on this money, call me master p
half you n-gg-s d-ck riders call it master d
ask your ceo, you probably bought some bags from me
i done seen it all before so you can’t handle me
i got the key to the streets, i got the master key, makin’ eighty like every week
a million dollars worth of ice, the police, they harr-ssin’ me
they thought it was over, i recharge like a battery
i done took the whole mil in the hood with alley d

[chorus]
i’m a product of my environment like boosie (like boosie)
n-gg-, all my dope raw, n-gg- sushi (raw dope)
they keep askin’ why i ain’t did no song with gucci (yeah)
i keep countin’ money wrappin’ bales in gucci (count up)
i had they key to the streets, way before lucci (streets)
me and your b-tch just made a movie, she a groupie
i just pulled up in a ‘vert, i ain’t talkin’ uzi
i got cocaina, softer than a smoothie (yeah)

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