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shawn scrilla - sing lyrics

papa scrode
get yo ah rode
hol up just made another one
ya dig

shawn scrilla:
n-gg-s tryna take me out better come wit a army or som
i ball like a starter or some
holdin that fire like a carti or some
holdin my neck full of water or som
im from the block where its hot in the summer
hol lotta raisin fancy the sweet
you a whole rat n-gg- you squeal
i been poppin pain pills for a week
balance it out when its out of my weed
i got the gas for the low its cheap
came from the back i put shawty to sleep
you know im not tryna be from the street
please do not put me on your ig
in the wrath we change seats
they ran out of woods no k gange lease
all of these chains they stranglin me
cuban link like a n-gg- in slavery
i ain’t payin tention to how the maybeline
keep me a glock cause i know how they hate on me
stayed down for this sh-t waiting patiently
go to miami i be where the haitians be
straped reach in the mug for the limb
ballin hard like im in the gym
skeet walk i dont shoot shots at dm
i see the hate in your heart im on 10
pop her a perky i got her on 10
im havin plenty shots at many men
cash out a play and we gon finish him
talkin that sh-t like i eat round the rim
i feel like tony montana im high like a blimp
the world is yours imma get me some m’s
slatt invading your sh-t like a zim
green diamonds in my eyes like a sim
imma go get me some racks today
and i cannot hate cause i am not him
i ain’t goin back and forth bout a b-tch
n-gg- have some smoke and we drop a pin

da baby:
take a b-tch on a date wit the back in
walkin in late wit the back in
you know its 5k for a show now
hoes on me every where i go know
i can’t fall in love ion know how
they searchin everybody but the rapper
so everywhere i go i got the pole now
but you know i still had it before
tell my b-tch take her -ss to the store
used to bag used to bag for the bows
never goin outside bout a hoe
soon as i cash in im dippin
two b-tches they dikes and they rollin
i just went up on my show price
i just went iced out my rollie
i took his gun cause he owed me
dont know if its clean or its stolen
but before i get caught imma throw it
they know what im bout imma blow it
im on a plane rockin my chain causin alot of commotion
i just met the plug he think that were friends
soon as he try me its over
change too much so its free now
pray to the gang let em eat now
the price goin up i ain’t cheap now
you wanna talk you gotta pay a fee now
you f-ck around be police or some
i just hit the mob on my niece or som
i keep runnin laps round a rap n-gg-
somebody come rub my feet or som
no slowin down imma keep it comin
when n-body f-ckin wit me this summer
im on a whole nother wave now
like im in the maf-ckin sea or som
i can write a rap while im sleep
still im gon rap up a p
take 10 throw em in a box
send a b-tch back add a fee
when a b-tch touch down we sing

- shawn scrilla lyrics

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