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scumboys--smalls - baby tears lyrics

intro –
(dialogue)

verse i –
pull up with the bag and the weed
pull up with the mag and the heat
pull up getting head in the backseat
dipping from police like an athlete
never gonna catch me
b-tch don’t f-cking test me –
took your b-tch and now you’re stressed
never said sh-t and she got undressed
keep it to yourself now don’t you flex
read her like a book then i put her on the shelf with the rest
running with the motherf-ckers gunning down the compet-tion repping their set
took your b-tch and i made her my pet
choked on my d-ck then i took her to the vet

hook –
i might – f-ck your – b-tch – on your – grandma’s sofa
i might – mix my – syrup – with your – grandma’s soda

verse ii –
pulled up at her house tryn’a skeet
put it in her mouth then i go b-lls deep
finish then i’m finna go to sleep
never buy her sh-t cause i been so cheap
i got goons tryn’a creep
if you come to my room you better be a freak
beat up her womb then i point her to the curb on the side of the street
b-tch i’m a motherf-cking p-i-m-p

hook –
i might – f-ck your – b-tch – on your – grandmas sofa
i might – mix my – syrup – with your – grandmas soda

- scumboys smalls lyrics

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