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scammlikeelyy – shopping in johnny dang lyrics

[intro]
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[verse 1: scammlikeelyy]
i’m out in h+town with allstar jr
i just bust this clerk twice, hit her with a fake card
this b+tch thought that i was scammin’, hit her with my bank card
this b+tch out at my crib and she ain’t know i stay far
i could show you how to scam, join the telegram
my music for the n+ggas loadin’ banks and sellin’ grams
you want a one+on+one session, gotta pay a grand
i could show you where to send the phones, they gon’ pay a grand
i’m a walking trade line, do you understand?
i can show you how to get some money if you got some bands
i just f+cked this bad b+tch, but she got a man
just got some money out a bank ’cause i had a plan
i’m out in texas lookin’ for a plug, do you got some sand?
you ever heat the white up in the pot and thеn make it tan?
my white boy keep the green, hе like peter pan
the way i count the money up now, i don’t need my hands

[verse 2: allstar jr]
your b+tch so broke, can’t sell her p+ssy, sh+t ain’t even worth it
n+gga lame, want some clout, go commit a murder
fully+grown dork actin’ like he out here servin’
just a lil’ bitty coward, dog ain’t even got no courage
drive a thousand miles if they wanna spend some thousands
sellin’ sh+t you never owned, dj envy housin’
i just sold a quarter+pound in front of benihanas
topless, five cubans, eatin’ chicken, latest bentley model
got some n+ggas from the city, they been gettin’ deals
got a play in mississippi, they been gettin’ pills
got a n+gga down in houston, we been gettin’ skril’
say he need a hundred pints now, n+gga, here a seal
i walk up in that booth and give these people no cap
that p+ssy fire, i’m the n+gga you should show that
i love them foreigns, nine hundred for my floor mats
i’ll take a b+tch up out the hood and make her go back, bag life
[verse 3: babyfxce e]
don’t ask me do i got my gun? ’cause you know that
i can get a b+tch to tell me where the lo’ at
i’m on tour, i don’t know where my next show at
see your b+tch with me, you probably ain’t gon’ get your ho back
you n+ggas dumb, i could probably rob ’em with a blowback
my right hand a super gremlin, no, i’m not with kodak
n+gga, three days straight, i been sippin’ drank
man, i’m finna switch my f+ckin’ bank, they tryna hold my pape’
hit his ass in the—, hold on, yeah
hit his ass all up in the—, b+tch
zip a n+gga whole f+ckin’ face, you think he’s wearin’ bape
i’ll show you how to wrap ’em up, somebody get some tape
i ain’t even reach for the b+tch, she put it in my face
the k came with a drum, i put it on my drac’
this chrome heart ain’t even for me, i put it on my bae
i smoke weed in every bnb, just charge it to my stay

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