scammlikeelyy - fan by me كلمات الأغنية
[intro: mbk boogz]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
booh_bop_diddy
[verse 1: mbk boogz]
i called my n_gga scammlikeelyy, i told him i wanna scam today
he said we f_ckin’ with the logins, gettin’ instant pape’
tryna make a big bag off rap hustlin’, so we switchin’ states
but i’m addicted to the fraud, i just made a ten in a day
my n_gga fxce came with a method, now we tryna triple up
he touched down from his flight, we in the foreign when we picked him up
you gotta pay for brodie telegram, that sh_t’ll get you rich as f_ck
i take risks every day around this b_tch tryna run it up
[verse 2: babyfxce e]
he tryna copy everything i do, now he broke as f_ck
hand his ass the arp, he get to chokin’ up
9k all on onе clerk, we did him bold as f_ck
i pat her cakе, then bake her mans, then we roll him up
babyfxce, mbk boogz, and i’m with scammlikeelyy
if i’m performing by a fan, then it’s a fan by me
i’m turnt now, you can get a lil’ boosie if you just stand by me
i either got two k’s, it’s a 47 or a 10 by it
[verse 3: scammlikeelyy]
if you ever stand by me, it’s some bands by you
i came up off doin’ fraud, used to scam meijers
i got a brand new car and just punched some tires
on the road with babyfxce e, i just paid the driver
we just went ot, had to get boogz
i can show you how to scam, teach you every jugg
come down and lay with me, baby, show you how to do it
i just got a ‘bow of too loud and i’m runnin’ through it
this not ‘za in the leaf, this an opp pack
i’m still on the road with cash cards, i can’t stop that
e got a glock 23 for a hot stack
and it can fit in his pocket, it’s compact
these n_ggas love to watch me like comcast
this b_tch wanna f_ck, but i be on her mom’s ass
i’m on every rapper ass like i’m last
of course she grew up to be a ho, it’s her mom’s past
[verse 4: babyfxce e]
your mama was a thot, now that’s your reputation
this switch up on the glock’ll pick your destination
i go with my first mind, i’m never hesitatin’
man, i still take risks, f_ck them open cases
i got scam, i got fraud, i got gun charges
b_tch, if it’s stiff, that ain’t my d_ck, it’s a gun probably
my brother smoked so many ‘woods, he had lung problems
this clerk was so d_mn dumb, she took the fun out of it
[verse 5: mbk boogz]
i came right behind bro and took all the funds out it
i think i need to see a therapist, i got fraud problems
this n_gga e pulled up to the booth with a small chopper
this fiend walked from the south to the north, she walked the dog out her
fxce dressed her r.i.p. up, he ain’t gotta walk you down
we got enough bullets in the clip, we shootin’ hundred rounds
you ain’t shootin’ for a target, boy, you shootin’ at the cloud
my n_gga get to shootin’ at you while i’m shootin’ out of town
(my n_gga lou came through, we done blew the whole pound)
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