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whiteboy scummy - properly seasoned lyrics

i run to the bank i ain’t laughing
try and deposit some cash they gon’ audit me they tryna take it in taxes
scummy a brand it’s your favourite fashion
i don’t say sh+t i’m just making it happen
i was a bum you could say was a has been
now we thank god when we raising our glasses
okay
raising our kids with the morals and manners
how i get ghost when i roll in a phantom
why you still talking you supposed to be dancing?
we finna turn out this copacabanas
i don’t know you or know you but i could tho
we could get hot for the night like a wood stove
i ain’t got keys i just hop in and push go
i bet that all of you wishing you took notes
you better look close ’cause i’m gon dip in a minute
sippin the sippin my vision is tinted
no simping we litty them pretty girls pick me
they picky they p+ss me off b+tch get from wimme
i’m with it i’m witty you with them they iffy
they piff isn’t sticky legit is you kidding?
i let ’em all up in the whip and they get in
they giddy and grinning i hit a buck fifty we gone

said she gon’ leave but she back tho
said it’s all good, bring it back tho
made an entrance in the front
now she wan go through the back door
been country from the jump
pulled up in a back hoe
i could show you where i come from
imma bring her back home
imma bring her back home
imma bring her back home
just for old times sake
imma bring her back home
she ain’t coming back tho
trying not to beat up the back bone
imma bring her back home
she hold on the sides of her g string
marks on her neck and they looking like bee sting
i might just let the hoe crash for the weekend
watch how you move ’cause the crew undefeated
gotta wear it or they don’t believe it
why my steak should be properly seasoned
for all the days i wasn’t eating
i still ain’t got used to the life
all these jewels and the ice
all of these views is from heights
is all from the music i write
god gave me the tool the device
i’m so far gone ain’t a human in sight
the pool about one hundred two farenheit
there’s room for so many more you got that wifey
material what we could do in a night i’m like
wow, ou, smooth am i right?
baby don’t answer i’m cueing the lights

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