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lil scotty p - clownin lyrics

chorus
b-tch got me fighting demons at the dinner table
independent section we don’t need a label
b-tch i got it going on i don’t need a favor
pull up out the roof so i can see the hater
got it popping what you smoking on that gas pack
boy you smoking on that boof you can’t match that
what you want i can get it ima fast track
b-tch you better pay my pimping with your fast -ss
verse 1
momma told me growing up that i was different
tried to tell me to stop i didn’t listen
f-ck boy try to dis me he coming up missing
gotta learn to keep your feelings out my business
chopper go blah blah blah round your block
sliding slow motion still ride with my glock
we can’t find you posted right up on your block with the violence
they popped at my brother so you know we riding
i know these b-tches choosing when i pull up
you know i got that choppa when i show up
heard these n-gg-s really mad i got my doe up
poured the liquor in the poe it made her throw up
young n-gg- see i had to get my racks up
ill get the shooting don’t really need no backup
wasn’t raised no quieter if i fall get my -ss up
don’t try to run up on me boy you know i raise that mack up
touched my first gun i had just turned 12
only 15 when i touched my first cell
boy its body after body like i’m growing up in h-ll
15 with a choppa i was really in the field like
chorus
b-tch got me fighting demons at the dinner table
independent section we don’t need a label
b-tch i got it going on i don’t need a favor
pull up out the roof so i can see the hater
got it popping what you smoking on that gas pack
boy you smoking on that boof you can’t match that
what you want i can get it ima fast track
b-tch you better pay my pimping with your fast -ss
verse 2
baby mama out here tripping on my other b-tch
out here tripping going crazy on some other sh-t
get the dumping on you n-gg-s for the h-ll of it
i got some shooters really shooting they ain’t hesitant
running your mouth little b-tch i call you pac-man
b-tch you gonna gobble me up in your sweat pants
i only f-cked with you to get to your best friend
and after i f-cked i went and f-cked on the next friend
chorus
b-tch got me fighting demons at the dinner table
independent section we don’t need a label
b-tch i got it going on i don’t need a favor
pull up out the roof so i can see the hater
got it popping what you smoking on that gas pack
boy you smoking on that boof you can’t match that
what you want i can get it ima fast track
b-tch you better pay my pimping with your fast -ss

- lil scotty p lyrics

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