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scrappy sandbox - levine's lurking lyrics

[intro]
got it, got it, got it, got it, got it, got it, got it, got it, got it, got it, got it,got it, got it
ayy, ayy
(you think your f-cking with the boys, this is a nyquan exclusive)
cll-cll-claa, you must be joking

[hook: nyquan]
her face all in my stomach, getting bread i hardly want it (true)
suck me in the morning, hit the jumper and i’m running
banana clips humming, whats that sound i’m up to something
right wrist broke, i’m in a mazi and i’m gunning (skrt)

[verse: nyquan]
i’m shooting shots, i’m clutching grips
30 on my hip, rajon rondo how i dish
your girl yeah she f-cking, yeah she want a little kiss (oou)
working all night, i be smoking like a wiz
a little cash, i f-cked her in the -ss
i’m very good at math, add the digits then i blast
pull up to the scene and my shooters gonna bash
i’m coming off a screen, now the scouts hand me cash
got it, got it
got it, got it
i’m in london, paris, or maybe dubai (uhh what)
i stay so f-cking high, which fingers, red eyes
sippin dirty d’, and your girl dropped to her knees
smokin’ on that skunk, yeah that b-tch is just a tease
with the left, paul pogba with the left
i’m gonna get a charge, jason kidd up on the nets
playin’ shootin’ guard, yes it helps with my stress
i hit a three pointer and you looking at the net

[hook: nyquan]
her face all in my stomach, getting bread i hardly want it (stummy)
suck me in the morning, hit the jumper and i’m running
banana clips humming, whats that sound i’m up to something
right wrist broke, i’m in a mazi and i’m gunning

[verse: brady gockel]
two cups when i’m rolling up tonight
got a blunt in the bag, and i just took flight
got a girl out in london, and we sippin’ robitussin (caw caw)
and she gon’ stay no discussion, i’m just ballin; like i’m sco-tty
shoot a three b-tch (stummy), ima thotty
poppin’ all these xanz, i’m like d-mn man
where i’m gonna land, took a flight out to france
new foreign girl beggin’ for a dance
i’m just gonna rock the j’s and the socks, shes begging for the c-ck
she threw up the offer, and i pressed her with the block (offer)
mo bamba and i hit her with the glock so hot, man i’m ticking like a clock

[hook: nyquan]
her face all in my stomach, getting bread i hardly want it
suck me in the morning, hit the jumper and i’m running
banana clips humming, whats that sound i’m up to something
right wrist broke, i’m in a mazi and i’m gunning

[bridge: alex levine]
i could pull up on that girl one time
let you sip some wine
let me take you out to dine
gimme slop, gimme that good top
want you over at the crib, sippin’ some ciroc
red lobsta’, i like all pasta
cookin’ with a mobsta, i feel like chef so propa’

[outro: nyquan]
you know, you know im so proper
lookin like mufasa yeah i speak so proper
girl at my crib and yeah i’m gonna pipe her
i ain’t going to [?]

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