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4 15'z - scando the darklord lyrics

[intro]
know what the b*tches do? they pay me
ha, they said, “that’s thug”, hahaha
that was h*lla funny
i’ma wake that b*tch, i’ma wake that b*tch up

[chorus]
four fifteens wakin’ your dad up
that b*tch wanna ho, puttin’ the ad up
(four fifteens in the trunk) puttin’ the ad up
four fifteens, i’m puttin’ that ad up
four fifteens wakin’ your dad up
that b*tch wanna ho, puttin’ the ad up (what you did?)
(four fifteens in the trunk) puttin’ the ad up (what you did?)
i walk that sh*t and i talk that sh*t

[verse 1]
it was a hot night in august (what?), i met this blonde b*tch
titties was fake, but the ass was awesome (she got cakes)
met her by chanel, union square in the city (ugh)
wonderin’ what she make, would she take off the vicky’s
the situation was sticky, wait, i’ll go deeper (go deeper)
she was a renegade b*tch from santa maria (oh)
she said, “scando, you know that my dough is your dough
i’ll do anything you want, i’ll even be your ho”
oh, i’m on my pimpin’ tip
i like benihana’s rice, garlic b*tter and shrimp
her last n*gga a simp (nerd), he on that boyfriend sh*t (ugh)
you should join that dark side and come f*ck with a sith (f*ck with a sith)
[chorus]
four fifteens wakin’ your dad up
that b*tch wanna ho, puttin’ the ad up
(four fifteens in the trunk) puttin’ the ad up
four fifteens, i’m puttin’ that ad up
four fifteens wakin’ your dad up
that b*tch wanna ho, puttin’ the ad up (what you did?)
(four fifteens in the trunk) puttin’ the ad up (what you did?)
walk that sh*t and i talk that sh*t

[verse 2]
hundred k skymiles, yeah, i got free flights (let’s go)
sent her down washington dulles, a dc heist (dc)
i need a bad*ass b*tch like karen with the fatty (heater)
you can hand me all her chips, b*tch, need a new daddy? (dark side)
mix givenchy with the off*white, stuntin’ on my off*nights (off*night)
scandalous livin’, i slapped the pastor, that’s a soft right
four fifteens in the trunk make the beat knock (ugh)
team knock, used to slap the sh*t up on my ipod (ugh)
i ain’t go to church on sundays, boy, i hit saks fifth
me, omari and chang, we on some pimp sh*t
solemnly swear i stole from my friend place (yeah)
your designer is fake, n*gga, we came with a drac’ (blaow)

- scando the darklord lyrics

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