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scotty atl – tom sawya كلمات اغاني

[verse 1]
it’s crazy how the same thing can make you smile
can make you cry, no 2 chainz, but tell no lie
i make cake for a livin’, never made no pot
the same n-gga hangin’ with you, try to frame your guy
i still ate good for thanksgivin’
but i ain’t have no thanks to give
to these f-ck n-ggas, ma, i got a chip on my shoulder
strawberry cold, jacket colder
got me rollin’ on the river
so much paper, i started carryin’ scissors
d-mn high, ain’t on forbes yet
waiter still ain’t brought no fork yet
i’m hungrier than a motherf-cker
2 told me that the whole hood day behind ya, n-gga
i should have know, man, houston like second home
i hit the barber shop, real pimps playin’ my song
for a minute take my mind off the pressure at home
everybody play it different when they think you done blown
the jackers lookin’ for the jewelry in the picture you shown
if you don’t know me by now, we ain’t kickin’ it holmes
i think i got a slight case of paranoia, oh yeah
local rappers mad that they ain’t make it before ya
gotta mean team from management to my lawyer
b-tches wanna bury my fins, i’m tom sawyer
swimmin’ to the money, i’ll employ you b-tches man

[hook]
all i wanted was a bubble eye
back then with a bad b-tch and a bad friend
now mama proud of a n-gga
i ride by, they just smile at a n-gga
where my haters go?
i can’t find them

[verse 2]
mama still ain’t got that brand new house, man, we need that
my woman still ain’t got that brand new, buh bye
but me and mike on the grind like the rap game consistent
smoke a fat blunt and try to find a good rib eye
i see you watchin’ me with your real eye, bumpin’ that fetty sh-t
such a coincidence, [?]
hit the dab for ya boy, a summer
let ’em know i’m comin’, they talkin’ freshman when i was talkin’ tree high
how dare you brag ’bout that deal you got
the one you sold your soul, on snapchat still lyin’ to hoes
we let you slide ’cause you really not a factor
plus i, you never had no hoes
some people won’t understand, i’m tryna make that dough
they see la, we was grindin’ out here makin’ dough
i tried to visualize the moment, know it’s comin’
hope we celebrate this sh-t when a young n-gga make it

[hook]
all i wanted was a bubble eye
back then with a bad b-tch and a bad friend
now mama proud of a n-gga
i ride by, they just smile at a n-gga
where my haters go?
i can’t find them

- scotty atl

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