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fan by me - scammlikeelyy lyrics

[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)

- scammlikeelyy lyrics

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