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zk – scrap boi lyrics

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you aint about a scr-p boi
scr-p boi
you aint about a scr-p boi
scr-p boi
you aint about a scr-p boi
scr-p boi
you aint about a scr-p boi
scr-p boi
old hood in a foreign whip
if you talk sh-t ima run up in your crib
dont make me go hard and make your blood drip
high jack your school bus the one you going on for a trip
right when i catch you slipping with your b-tch ima make her strip
your b-tch lovin me cus the way i f-ck her hard while i grip
this aint no lyrics nor this is a script
she loved the way i f-ck her and got her gripped
that n-gg- was on the floor saw his girl stripped
if he got up again his blood would start to drip

you aint about a scr-p boi
scr-p boi
you aint about a scr-p boi
scr-p boi
you aint about a scr-p boi
scr-p boi
you aint about a scr-p boi
scr-p boi

i on the street rolling with belts
she always mad but after seeing my smile she melts
he with her everytime never checks her cell
f-ck what provider its either rogers or bell
got on the roof no talks just spells
n-gg-s with the crime one time been to the cell
go do what you gotta do cus i dont got time to yell
if you know better than i wouldnt have to tell
everytime i was with her she said you made me fell
going to the phone shop met uncle mel
rich n-gg-s sit home haunting flyers for cheap sells.



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