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scrumbleman - way of the scrumble 2 lyrics

[intro]
baby bottle with the v_cut, i might land on mars
this a deuce of wock’, finna mix it with the cream soda
jean purple, cup purple, boy, we don’t drink yoda
yeah

[verse 1]
this a thigh pad, you can see it pokin’ out my jeans
if it ain’t no wock’ around, f_ck it, i might drink some lean
this a switch on this glockiana, i don’t need no beam
you can see the way i live my life, it’s a living dream
fancy f_ck, pull up to the show in some trak2s
lookin’ in the mirror like, “bro, you are that dude”
f_ckin’ on this baba mama raw, i am that rude
whippin’ in the pot, tellin’ granny that is not food
sippin’ on some hi_tech, seen 12 on the right
boy, i had to drive left (like d_mn)
ridin’ in a striker, five percent with the straps
on the phone with the opps like, “d_mn, i ain’t die yet”

[verse 2]
had to ditch the foreign, i’m might cop a venom gt
glockie in his face, he gon’ see it all in 3d
i can up a nine ’cause i started with a three_piece
i can’t name a n_gga in the world f_ckin’ with me
scratch that, i’m a different type of n_gga
i’m the type of n_gga, have a dollar, turned it to a figure
i’m the type of n_gga that be spinnin’ block and pullin’ triggers
i’m the type of n_gga—, yeah
dog sh_t militia, that’s the lifestyle i live
know some pits, they’ll walk you down, end up in your crib
pourin’ all on this wock’, when i’m done, i l!ck the lid
12 got me in the room, i don’t know what i did
[verse 3]
yeah
label wasn’t talkin’ ’bout an m, so they f_cked up
out in lax in the sprinter, guess i lucked up
(like no for real, like, this real life sh_t, like—)
(alright, come on)
ran up a ten in these sneaks and they off_white
glock on our hip, ’cause they weird and we don’t fight
when i threw the buffs on, boy, that’s a new sight
reachin’ in this bag, you gon’ f_ck around and lose life
pullin’ out a ten, i might wanna f_ck the club up
when i make a thirty, man, i gotta put a dub up
then i give my b_tch a five, tell her ass to shut up
pourin’ up an eight out the faygo, this a mud cup
(b_tch)
(gave my b_tch a five, told her ass to shut up)
(dog sh_t militia, b_tch)

- scrumbleman lyrics

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