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We Got Skrapz
(专辑: Str8 Murkin - 2014)
Bomb, I
ain't got the
moves like Jagger You ever see shutters? I
move like Spragga In my whip, listening to French Montana 357, black bandana Cocaine in a
duffel bag in the
boot Yo it came from Ghana, hold tight Nana Any time my niggas touch down in the
booth It's a
straight up banger, swear down brother I've done a
lot of dirt for my team, ask Bada 357, in my jeans all summer I
break down bricks into Zs in the
trap Then I
make two phone calls, drop it on the
runner Everybody knows what I'm on, I'm a
gunner See me on your ends in a
Benz, take cover Search me boss, I'll make moves when I
wanna Hollow tips in my clip, I'm gonna turn man a
goner My nigga Super's got the
40 caliber to snap a
nigga Like a
camera, the
trigger give an automatic dosage My niggas all ferocious, everybody know this You'll always hear me screaming free Jazzi, he's the
closest Catch me in the
kitchen with some dope, I'm the
dopest Duffel bag straps, I'm the
opposite of hopeless Back in 06, you would've seen me in a
Focus You'll soon see me pull up in a
Bimmer with the
sofas Blackjack ting, I
get rid of the
jokers I
used to buy packs and distribute it to the
smokers Now I
buy packs and distribute it to my soldiers I
told my young bucks to start moving like your olders Take this rucksack and put it on your shoulders And always check your rear view for the
rollers And just remember money is the
motive We're heading to the
top, just in case you never noticed We got the
rocks, we got the
rocks rolling We got them rocks, we got the
flocks phoning Eat off the
top and watch the
prof roll in Back of the
net like ch, slip that goal in He's got the
spot, he's got the
spot He's got the
Yak, she's got Ciroc Breeze off the
Glock, squeeze off the
Glock He's not as hot, he got forgot He's not the
boss When we roll up on man, we popped it off We're too grown up for man, let's pop the
Scotch They're just donuts for man, your wash, your wash The
shot of your clap take man's hand off Niggas ride at em with gangster-like stanos I'm talking a
strap to strap stand-off Niggas get clap, I'm back, the
rap mammoth We're back to just rolling We got the
crack, the
packs are just flowing in We don't respond to prats, we disown him Knock down them pricks like pins, this shit's bowling That man just kept phoning Before on apps, I
check my shit's roaming We don't beat round the
bush, I
just told him Ain't got the
Ps, it's not for disclosing Had to lock up the
trap, the
shop's closing Then I
took hold of this rap and just owned him Man who got pushed to the
side, just postponed him Niggas went like the
machine, I
push close him Wish man would stop moaning Ain't me that chose this path, I'm just chosen I'm like that sleeping giant that's been woken Light up my ganja spliff and sip potion We got the
rocks, we got the
rocks rolling We got them rocks, we got the
flocks phoning Eat off the
top and watch the
prof roll in Back of the
net like ch, slip that goal in
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