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allstar jr & overlord scooch - bows back down lyrics

[intro]
(the coal cash collection)
(welcome to get a bag records)
(ayo, cash, i think we got one)

[verse 1: allstar jr]
god bless me
n+gga sold a couple shrooms, think he southwest t
them n+ggas pressed a lot of n+ggas, they will not press me
made two hundred out in gresham, that is not west v (let’s get a bag)
if you really f+ck with fent’, that mean you got my drift
gotta call around for ’em, boy, you not that lit
your b+tch got a story ’bout you how you not that rich
if that ho ain’t got sh+t, my boy, she got this d+ck
drop songs, got a chain, it is not what it seems
i cannot rap beef and you got five hundred streams
i don’t wear no purple pants, them under five hundred jeans
these thе louis joggers and they cost me ninе hundred beans (dog sh+t)
i can front ’em, he just gotta bring the bread when it’s flipped
like a frontal how i always get the the head from a b+tch
she need some closure how i’m d+mn near playin’ dead on the b+tch
plane landed, i was stuck sippin’ red on a trip, bag life

[chorus: allstar jr]
unplug that money counter, on the phone right now
walkin’ out of marni, tore a whole rack down
you was gettin’ money, heard you goin’ flat now
how you n+ggas f+cked up and the ‘bows back down?
unplug that money counter, on the phone right now
walkin’ out of marni, tore a whole rack down
you was gettin’ money, heard you goin’ flat now
how you n+ggas f+cked up and the ‘bows back down?
[verse 2: overlord scooch]
tell a f+ck n+gga die slow, pull five thousand out an ice bowl
hustlin’ by the airport, slangin’ to the white folks
my b+tch tryna get me for a second round of lipo
my wrist cost like sixty, my granny think i’m a psycho
they was gettin’ money, i ain’t heard about ’em recently
now they tryna ask me for a discount on the feature fee
everybody doin’ dope was my edd
when i was broke, b+tches used to spin me like a dvd
the streets or the studio, i’m thinkin’ i can do both
seven grams and up, you gotta buy a tony kukoč
my uncle on smack, but he worried ’bout his glucose
he used to smoke crack, now he do both, we too close
i ain’t sparin’ no n+gga, all these b+tches fair game
should focus on yourself, ’cause you gettin’ fresh at fairlane
motivate myself to get some pape’, i ain’t gon’ dare change
comin’ from detroit, where it ain’t sunny, but we wear frames

- allstar jr overlord scooch lyrics

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