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scoot - pronto lyrics

[intro: scoot]
yuh (yuh)
yuh (yuh)
yuh (aye)

[chorus: scoot]
tell my b+tch i need my money, make it pr+nto
smooth talking wrapped her ass up, no toronto
big titties like she in the congo with the bongo
deep throat, n+ggas [?] f+ll+tio
gag on the d+ck but b+tch don’t spit (ew)
and i made that p+ssy cream, this banana made her split
you+you better arch that back, take every inch of this
bad like mike jack; when i’m through, this is it (hee)

[verse 1: scoot]
this is it; yeah, b+tch, i’m bout to cum (i’m bussin)
feelin’ like i’m boosie, wipe me down when i’m done (wipe me)
f+ck her so much, my d+ck feels like it’s numb (my d+ck)
i’m throwin’ combinations, marvelous, cause a n+gga won
girls wanna have fun [?]
you a bad b+tch, later now…she a liar (she bad)
anyone got a problem, heat’ll make em perspire
she gon’ have a good year, i don’t ever get tired
rollin on a migo, but the k can’t be silenced
make [?], it’s all about the science
twenty rounds are in twelve, got em lookin like the mayans (they do)
and if my money real low, then we together: alliance (stack it up)
i’m your highness, beanstalk like a giant (high)
i want the type of money makin bad b+tch quiet (quiet down)
it’s required, matter fact, it’s decided
told that b+tch to level up, we in the sky; united (aye)
[chorus: scoot]
tell my b+tch i need my money, make it pr+nto
smooth talking wrapped her ass up, no toronto
big titties like she in the congo with the bongo
deep throat, n+ggas [?] f+ll+tio
gag on the d+ck but b+tch don’t spit (ew)
and i made that p+ssy cream, this banana made her split
you+you better arch that back, take every inch of this
bad like mike jack; when i’m through, this is it (hee)

[verse 2: shofu]
tell that b+tch i need my paper, make it pr+nto
me and all my brothers ballin’ like i’m lonzo
jump in the p+ssy, i’mma hit it with a combo
we gettin’ money, i’m with everybody i know
d+mn this sh+t too easy, i can do it with my eyes closed
shofu too cold, he ain’t ever had a rival
all that talkin’ on the internet be dead upon arrival
i will never tell a soul, i got my hand up on a bible
i done made it through the ringer and the slander and the libel
and i’m rollin’ with a rifle, got em begging for survival
he was f+ckin’ with the gang, he should’ve said he suicidal
in his final, we gon’ put some pretty flowers on his tombstone
i just weathered up a storm and now his roof gone
like mike jack, b+tch i’m smooth with it
puttin’ out my meat, she know what to do with it
shawty got a dumpy on her, and she move in it
she a team player, turned around and let the crew hit it
she the goat!

- scoot lyrics

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