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Big Scarr
Featuring(s) : Quezz Ruthless
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[Intro: Big Scarr] (Quake) Woah (Ayo, BandPlay) Frozone [Chorus: Big Scarr] Woah, twenty-three shots like I'm Micheal Jordan Choke slam the pack like I'm Randy Orton Get to the bread, give a fuck what you niggas doin' Break on a bitch, leave her feelings The way that I walk on the beat can't nobody do it Birkin my bitch, change her attitude Strapped up during a show, better think 'fore you try to do it Buss down the plain, that's an alley-oop Switch up his gun, now he gotta eat camel soup No cap on the beat, this shit factual I put the gang on the map, now we national If you ain't from my side, then I'm taxin' you My bitch, she bad, got a body like Betty Boop Can't save her name, that's my lil' whoopty-whoop She hate when I be telling lies 'cause she know the truth [Verse 1: Big Scarr] Still'll pop out like I'm bulletproof AMG Benz, Cartier hangin' out the roof Nine on my side, not a twenty-two Step on a opp in some Prada designer shoes Hoes on my dick, that's what money do I'm with your bitch tryna see what that honey do Sent out for a low, pray he make it through Phone ringing now, no, I can't wait a day or two Wockhardt got me feelin' sensational You say this your bitch, but to me she look takeable She say that I look like a snack Told her meet in the back, ate the dick like a edible After this I can't chill or relax Gotta get to the bag, let me check out my schedule Too much ice on my neck change the weather up So Icy Gang, nobody big as us, gang [Chorus: Big Scarr] Woah, twenty-three shots like I'm Micheal Jordan Choke slam the pack like I'm Randy Orton Get to the bread, give a fuck what you niggas doin' Break on a bitch, leave her feelings The way that I walk on the beat can't nobody do it Birkin my bitch, change her attitude Strapped up during a show, better think 'fore you try to do it Buss down the plain, that's an alley-oop Switch up his gun, now he gotta eat camel soup No cap on the beat, this shit factual I put the gang on the map, now we national If you ain't from my side, then I'm taxin' you My bitch, she bad, got a body like Betty Boop Can't save her name, that's my lil' whoopty-whoop She hate when I be telling lies 'cause she know the truth [Verse 2: Quezz Ruthless] Uh, fresh to death when I walk in the folks room I'm high off the meds, bitch, don't think it ain't on me In the club with this Glock in my undies You make the wrong move, you get sent with your homie When we in the club, they can tell we them niggas and gettin' us a whole lotta money I counted this paper, this shit'll keep comin' You know that I'm thumbin' and thumbin' Steady poppin' my shit on these niggas I know that they hated, I'm just being honest Had to get off my ass and go get me a bag Bitch, I ran up a check with no honors They better free Trill out the feds, if they don't let him out, then we gon' kill your honor Pull up on the scene and we blackout the whip, presidential like we was Obama, gang [Chorus: Big Scarr] Woah, twenty-three shots like I'm Micheal Jordan Choke slam the pack like I'm Randy Orton Get to the bread, give a fuck what you niggas doin' Break on a bitch, leave her feelings The way that I walk on the beat can't nobody do it Birkin my bitch, change her attitude Strapped up during a show, better think 'fore you try to do it Buss down the plain, that's an alley-oop Switch up his gun, now he gotta eat camel soup No cap on the beat, this shit factual I put the gang on the map, now we national If you ain't from my side, then I'm taxin' you My bitch, she bad, got a body like Betty Boop Can't save her name, that's my lil' whoopty-whoop She hate when I be telling lies 'cause she know the truth
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