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big scoob - sloppy lyrics

[verse 1: kutt calhoun]
pull up to the club like i own it
beat like brr, n-gg-s know i’m on one
hop out with a stagger on, wait in line, i’m in now
soon as i step in the door, i’m eying all you n-gg-s down
turnt up, and i ain’t got no pationts
tell the bartender i’m tryna get whiteboy waisted
mixin dark in here, like it’s the thing to do
dancing with my hands, so watch if my fingers get to banging too
i smell trouble, the n-gg-s over there trippin
scooby see the b-tch n-gg-s, he like “yeah”
but i ain’t fessin, i’m still lookin at this b-tch’s -ss
i see that p-ssy scooting closer, and he moving fast
soon as he got within 2 feat, the bottle smacking back
then he got caught with a 2 piece, i had to stab
then turn the lights on, then all the n-gg-s was sayin was “what happen?
i was turnt like man, man, man

[chorus: big scoob]
i’m sloppy, n-gg-, fall down drunk
i’m just itchin for some fun
i’m sloppy, n-gg-, fall down drunk
why you p-ssys keep playing with me, bruh?

[verse 2: bg bullet wound]
you see me walkin in, but ain’t no walkin out
i’m off that wisky lil n-gg-, so what you talkin bout?
you think you poppin, cause bg bullit sloppy?
yeah i got 50 on my fingers, company don’t even drop me
i’m off the wisky homie, p-ss me that jin, n-gg-
i think i p-ssed off them bouncers, but they let me in, n-gg-
stay on my white gear, h-llo, this big mac
can’t hear what they tryna tell us, lil homie, step back
i got eyes on ya, all my guys on ya
while i’m in the club, and i’m actin nutty, put the 5 on ya
be a surprise homie, i’m really with the sh-t
and it really tastes wikid, gotta be sloppy to do the sh-t
f-ckin with big scoob, the homie big scoob
while i’m off that crown, and i’m waiting to get food
i keep them closed in, swinging on all men
you don’t believe me, just ask the big homie big ben

[chorus: big scoob]
i’m sloppy, n-gg-, fall down drunk
i’m just itchin for some fun
i’m sloppy, n-gg-, fall down drunk
why you p-ssys keep playing with me, bruh?

[verse 3: big scoob]
ball cap, white t, with my js on
they know i’m here, i spend till my money’s gone
my pockets healthy, i’m wealthy, so i’m bout to ball
before the rap game, boy, i been a star
at the bars, only job is pourin wisky
they got me tipsy, now i’m trippin with these n-gg-s with me
they tell me “chill”, before they tryna kick me out the bar
i been put out of better places by far
drunk and stupid, bout to lose it, so sloppy with it
don’t matter if you estamate the skemes, you can still get it
so p-ssy, treat me like i own the club
or let’s be real with it, scoob gon f-ck you up
my gl-ss is empty, eh, b-tch, bring some more bacardi round
i ain’t finished, just beginning, where’s the next round?
i know you hate me, but you love the way my money fold
i’m sloppy drunk, want funk, so it’s time to go

[chorus: big scoob]
i’m sloppy, n-gg-, fall down drunk
i’m just itchin for some fun
i’m sloppy, n-gg-, fall down drunk
why you p-ssys keep playing with me, bruh?

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