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lirik lagu scrappin the pot (remix) – neef buck

[intro: neef buck]
you know we had to do a g-mix right?
“o” i don’t know they know you home or not
you can’t change the chain gang!

[verse 1: oschino]
grind grind, go get that bread
flip twice and go get that band
ice the watch then ice the chain
i’ma scr-pe that pot, oh, you know my name
o. vasquez, move work; no lie;
came from the gutter where the young boys die
we don’t give a f-ck, i sell (?) to your mom
black jaguar coming through the north side
i ride, i grind, i shine, i’m the bomb
sometimes for the money; i don’t mind
all these state prop n-gg-s’, did state time
out of state serving n-gg-‘s, making every dime
couldn’t keep my -ss out 55th & pine
moving that white girl; got a good line
flip that, flip that, n-gg- when i get that
all my n-gg-s’ in the can like a 6 pack
no rap n-gg-, all you hear is click clack
hit him in his back, wheelchair; is where he sit at
if you move work then you gotta be strapped
if you get a mac then it gotta be black
if you take a loss then you gotta get it back
if a n-gg- talk sh-t, k!ll his -ss; no rap
scr-ppin the pot, tryna get the residue
that’s how we do in my motherf-cking crew

[bridge: neef buck]
i’ve been up 3 nights straight
and i ain’t been gettin no sleep
cuz the yayo numbers ain’t cheap
so the workers getting paid by the week
i need a kilo all in one piece and a pistol
in a pillow when i sleep and the bullets
looking like shark teeth cuz my name ringing bells
in the streets

[hook: neef buck]
scr-ppin the pot , scr-ppin the scr-ppin the pot
got me a watch
scr-ppin the pot, scr-ppin the scr-ppin the pot
bought me a drop
scr-ppin the pot, scr-ppin the scr-ppin the pot
im in the shop
scr-ppin the pot, scr-ppin the scr-ppin the pot

[verse 2: neef buck]
they ship them from austin, i scoop them in boston
10,000 grams (?) van
long as i do the speed, i’ll make it back
5,000 a point and that’s including tax
this ain’t no rap, this is just facts
3 years probation; a registered gat
f-ck the d.a. and judge cuz my lawyer’s meaner
i caught a felony charge and got a misdemeanor
now, a n-gg- right back in the f-cking cleaners
with a pyrex pot, fin to drop a nina
(?) empty’s, and hand me my scale
i’m scr-ppin the pot while i’m smoking an “l”
you ain’t no hustler; can’t pay for your bail
b-tch n-gg-s’ tell fore’ they get to the cell
i’m in moncler and my b-tch in chanel
took a hit on the bricks; send the sh-t through the mail
the way that i’m living, you really can’t tell
now i put the white on the turnpike
with a pistol by my pillow, i can sleep nice
rap sh-t don’t work, i’ma be alright
n-gg-, ask about me, n-gg-, ask about me
i done put work out in all the counties
n-gg-s’ rat and come home and you be around him
i can’t be around him!

[verse 3: quilly]
nice lil’ numbers on the pills, still scr-pe pots for the thrills
even tho the pills pop more, crack still payed a n-gg- bills
on the sideline; john madden
i ain’t even gotta play the field
runnin’ round wit the fake perc 30s
that’s the type sh-t that’ll get your k!lled
get the 30s for the 13, but i’ma have to charge you 18
hit the town and holla at my n-gg- (?)
cuz n-gg-s’ run around wit some dirt green
young boy, you ain’t sippin’ on lean
i don’t know what them n-gg-s’ sold you
real syrup move a lil’ slower
i don’t know what them n-gg-s’ told you
c-ke don’t stick to the bag
if you got it then why you lookin’ at the tag?
hit the mall, you n-gg-s’ lookin’ bad
got top cuz your girl’s p-ssy trash
scr-pin the pot, my lawyer paid
beans in my pocket, it’s a parade!

- neef buck

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