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scy jimm - jeff hardy lyrics

[intro]
yeah, ayy
i don’t wrestle, i don’t know jeff hardy (they like that), scy jimm
hit that boy block (i like it), gloww
don’t f+ck with cops, no (ayy, glazer, i see you)
scy sh+t, n+gga, you gon’ ride or die
huh, i ain’t tryna fight, no
a n+gga took flight, in that p+ssy, i might
uh, i don’t wrestle, i don’t know jeff hardy

[chorus]
roll a ‘wood and get high as a kite (huh)
bad b+tch ride d+ck like a bike (ooh)
i’m the man, but i’m strapped like a dyk+ (gloww, gloww)
big stick with me, i ain’t tryna fight (no)
i can’t land, a young n+gga took flight (yeah)
i don’t dance, in that p+ssy, i might (i might)
n+ggas mad ’cause i left and got right (got right)
n+ggas mad his b+tch left and got piped (got piped), ayy
she ride the d+ck like a harley (ooh, ooh)
got the bit’ poppin’ percs like smarties (ugh, ugh)
i came up and became a targеt (a target, yeah), yeah
i been got a bag, you tardy
i camе to f+ck up the party (f+ck it up, f+ck it up), ayy
got the stick on the eye, no carly
my lil’ b+tch brain r+t+rded (yuh, yuh), ayy
i don’t wrestle, i don’t know jeff hardy, yuh+yuh
[verse]
we got the drop (huh), hit that boy block
don’t f+ck with opps (pew+pew+pew), keep me a mop
i’m after guap, this sh+t don’t stop (huh)
watch how you move, them jits gon’ pop (gloww)
runnin’ up racks, me and bro sellin’ rocks
she wanna f+ck, all i want is top
my faith in this guap, your faith in the cops
try to run down, he facin’ the glock (gloww, gloww, gloww)
run these racks up to the tiptop (huh)
touch me, bro gon’ slide like a flipflop (yuh)
took his b+tch, now i’m makin’ her lips lock (lips lock)
fresh sh+t, got them racks in a ziploc (ziploc)
this stick got bass, make your ear pop (ooh)
this ain’t rock ‘n’ roll, baby, this hip hop (yeah)
suck this d+ck, baby, i don’t care ’bout your lip gloss (huh)
[? 1:21], the dope got [? 1:23] (yeah, uh)

- scy jimm lyrics

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