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Scorn

 

Scorn


Hold up, shit, hold up, shit, hold up
Hold up, shit, hold up, shit, hold up
Hold up, shit, hold up, ayy
Yeah, ayy (Dwilly make it weird, go)

Beat your ass down 'cause I got time, lil' bitch (Bitch)
They don't like my sound 'cause in your mind it don't make sense
Do you get this feeling because I know this shit intense (Yeah)
Don't got no friends, but I need a place to fit
Don't face the real 'cause I can see straight through your lens (Pussy)
Can't match my energy, I swear it make you shit yourself
I'm too sick, low health, you want smoke, inhale
Pussy tried to fight me but you won't prevail

You said you don't like me, but I'll check you just like Nike, uh
My niggas not fighting, but they'll shoot you just like Spike Lee, uh
Punch you in your lip until it swell and look like Kylie, uh
Beat your ass, I'll beat your ass then put you on a white tee, uh

A, B, C, D, E, F, G
All of you can suck my dick
One, two, three bitches on me
All of them have sucked my dick
I got on a plain white tee
I wish that it had your pic on it, that would fill me with glee
That would make me so happy
H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P
All of my niggas are getting paid with me
Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen
Racks in the pockets of my jeans
Q, R, S, nigga, T, U, V
I put a Quaalude in codeine
W, X, bitch, Y and Z
Uh, all Spider Gang do is get to that green

You said you don't like me, but I'll check you just like Nike, uh
My niggas not fighting, but they'll shoot you just like Spike Lee, uh
Punch you in your lip until it swell and look like Kylie, uh
Beat your ass, I'll beat your ass then put you on a white tee, uh

Scorn, scorn, scorn
Scorn, scorn, scorn, scorn
Scorn, scorn, scorn
Scorn, scorn, scorn, scorn
Yeah, ayy

I just descend into madness, uh
Count all this money, forget all the sadness (Yeah)
I got a bitch and I'm breaking her back
Smoking my dick like an motherfucking addict (Haha)
I'm in that bitch and she tell me who that is (Baow, baow)
Skeet in her eye, eye, aye-aye captain
Fucking with me, put a hole in your chest
Bitch ass nigga, you look just like Raditz
And I'm tryna get this money, but I know it's all the same
All these niggas play like Able, but they know they really Cane (Ew)
You ain't You ain't got no flavor, bitch, you taste like Raising Cane's (Gang)
If your mental stable, then I know that you ain't gang
Know that you ain't gang
Know that know that you ain't gang
Know that you ain't gang

You said you don't like me, but I'll check you just like Nike, uh
My niggas not fighting, but they'll shoot you just like Spike Lee, uh
Punch you in your lip until it swell and look like Kylie, uh
Beat your ass, I'll beat your ass then put you on a white tee, uh

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