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scotty too hotty - atl smook lyrics

[intro]
(ay, loko)

[chorus]
all i really want to do is run it up
i ain’t gettin’ money? n-gg-, shut it up
beat the p-ssy up like a uppercut
new foreign b-tch came wit’ a bubble b-tt
shorty got a wide load like a tonka truck
new load comin’ in on a tonka truck
i’ma flip the pack in nola
boy, you can’t hang wit’ the gang, you ain’t cut enough
these n-gg-s, they nothin’ like us
i got the heart of a lion
all these little b-tches be spyin’
give her two pumps then i kick her out the spot
she just want to f-ck ’cause the kid got knots
n-gg-s pocket watchin’, trying to count what you got
smokin’ on biscotti, got the kid too high
feelin’ like scotty ’cause my face too hot

[verse]
yeah, and i’m trying to smoke on irene
off the jit pack, higher than a tree
i’m just trying to make a n-gg- see
like a rat i just want cheese
but keep them little rodents from me
feel like a winner when i’m off of a bean
speed through the hills in the coupe wit’ no keys
stare at my ice too long and you might freeze
pack smell like underarm, it need degree
got a new foreign b-tch, she go “oui, oui”
it’s a rude world, they all want to be me
yeah, yeah, i am too loyal, yeah, just like a soldier
this b-tch is stalkin’, she got a smook poster
i’m servin’ wockhardt when i’m off the potion
yeah, i mix the fear of god up wit’ the gosha
say he get bread but i know he’s a loafer
claim he a shooter but he not a toter

- atl smook lyrics

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