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grim ox - still scammin remix lyrics

[intro: slump6s & marrgielaa]
(the f+ck goin’ on, maajins?)
yeah, gang
bah+bah+bah
yeah, uh, i’m sick as f+ck, n+gga
mm, mm

[verse 1: slump6s & marrgielaa]
just scammed a n+gga for his bread, he a goofy goober
he ain’t get his bread back, now that boy a school shooter
shot up the school ’cause the teacher turned off my computer
i can f+ck yo b+tch, then i bought her a computer
i might f+ck a b+tch with no ankles, but i still maneuver
no mobile banking, i’ma f+ck around and rob the uber
i just saw my uber, now i can’t even get a ride
i slapped the f+ck out my cousin ’cause he wanted me to die
cough drop all in her mouth, in her d+mn jalooper
n+ggas say, “by thе boat,” we know yo ass is not a shooter
scammin’ all the timе, i been ballin’, but i’m not a hooper
i just scammed a black ass n+gga named [?]
scam a n+gga for his v+bucks, he a skull trooper
punch a n+gga off his skateboard, thought it was a scooter
i just punched a ugly ass n+gga, look like young scooter
b+tch, i got my fund up ’cause i used to scam my f+ckin’ teachers
scam all the time, man, i had to get my money up
fat n+gga saw my pockets, thought it was a honey bun
fat n+gga thought i stole the food, it was a bag of rocks
n+gga thought i gave him a—, b+b+tch, it was a boogie box
rob a n+gga out his lunch money, we can lunch box
scammed a bald n+gga out his check, he look like 2pac
i’m f+ckin’ on a b+tch so good, she thought that i had two c+cks
i’m so f+ckin’ bored, i’m finna try and get some new opps
[bridge: slump6s]
mrs reader f+ckin’ up, it sound like, “beep, bop”
12 tryna run up on my crib, i shot that two cops
n+gga thought that sh+t was diamonds, n+gga, that sh+t two rocks
two b+tches in the whip, i’m ridin’ ’round with two chops

[verse 2: grim ox]
i just scammed his auntie, look like babysantana
my brothers call me thor ’cause i be ridin’ with that hammer
put a hole right through that boy like a f+ckin’ kool+aid jammer
slidin’ through yo b+tch’s chimney, got me feelin’ like i’m santa
m+me and lil’ dakota, they been knew we’re famous scammers
b+tch, i’m married to the money, i don’t need no wedding planner
might as well just call me photomath ’cause i got all the answers
white shooter walkin’ ’round in khakis, think that his name tanner
w+w+we be scammin’ in our bed, you think that funny, huh?
won’t be laughin’ when we take all of yo money, huh
emptied all his savings, now you lookin’ like a dummy, huh
uh, now she tryna get lil’ busy, that’s a honey bun
people all up in my comments, yeah, that’s wild
go get you some money and stop worryin’ ’bout mine
why they keep on hatin’, but then claimin’ they my slime?
k!lled this lil’ verse and i ain’t even have to try
yeah, b+tch, i’m reppin’ [?]
one+oh+one racks on the watch, feel like zoey, though
don’t play around with my shawty, though
talkin’ ’bout these b+tches that you gettin’, you ain’t show me, though
oh, but i ain’t finished yet
slayer77 also scammed me for some bread
what he gonna do? go buy some crayons with that sh+t?
called up me and ‘gielaa, famous scammers, now we f+ckin’ lit

- grim ox lyrics

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