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scy jimm - steve nash lyrics
[intro]
mm
ya know i’m sayin’?
i do this sh_t, we eatin’ (hoo)
young n_gga, i get cheese
big scy sh_t, ya know i’m sayin’?
(young n_gga, i get, hmm)
n_gga know i’m trained to trap, t2t, that’s how i’m comin’
(ddot cold as motherf_cker, on god)
[verse 1]
ayy, this a cold world, so i be ridin’ with that fye (nah)
ayy, he say i ain’t real, that’s a bald_faced lie (n_gga, that’s a lie)
ayy, how i fail science? i’m having bills like i’m nye (bills like i’m nye, yeah)
yeah, i won’t snitch, b_tch, i’ll rather die (ayy, ayy, come on, man, ayy)
ayy, know i’m t2t, i’m trained to trap, that’s how i’m comin’ (yeah)
my buddy need some food, i skated to him like it’s sonic (ayy, yeah)
ayy, going through so much, i’m tryna cope with this chronic, yeah (ayy, yeah)
[chorus]
(ayy, yeah)
ayy, you n_ggas ain’t never tote no gun, ayy (huh?)
i’m in the club with a dub (hoo), ayy, a backpack full of ones (glah, yeah, yeah, huh?)
call me scy steve nash, these n_ggas my sons, ayy, ayy
[verse 2]
i put a fifty on my stick, n_gga, ayy (glah, glah)
run up, you get hit, n_gga (hoo)
they know i’m the sh_t, n_gga (pew, pew)
where the f_ck a n_gga was when i was hittin’ l!cks, n_gga? (yeah, ayy, ayy)
mm (ayy), countin’ pink and blue money, but i’m seeing red (hoo)
i feel like everybody fakes, oh, that’s just my head (oh, that’s just my head)
took a n_gga b_tch, she want me instead (ooh), ayy (ayy)
you can catch me in the lane with my brother, we got the top down (ayy)
remember we was just at the bottom, we on top now (huh?)
f_ck n_gga say he want smoke, we beat the block down (woo)
remember we was scr_pin’ up pennies, we got guap now (on god)
[chorus]
ayy (yeah), you n_ggas ain’t never tote no gun (yeah), ayy
i’m in the club with a dub (yeah, ayy, ayy), ayy, a backpack full of ones
call me scy steve nash, these n_ggas my sons, ayy
[outro]
(hoo) ayy
come on, man, you already know how i’m comin’, know i’m sayin’?
big scy, yeah, big t2t, know i’m sayin’?
you know i’m trained to trap, n_gga
ayy, you n_ggas ain’t never tote no gun, uh
call me scy steve nash, these n_ggas my sons
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