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drip class - scrumbleman lyrics

[intro: babytron & scrumbleman]
(ooh, stan, turn me up)
sh*ttyboyz
[?]
ayy,ayy
ayy
scrumbleman

[verse 1: scrumbleman]
designer tee with the crocs, f*ck getting dressed
reaching for my pocket, bro got his ass stretched
time to stuff this b*tch, this yo first test
f*ck a right hook, doggy hit with the good left
white boy shooting a black, that’s a racist kid
put the metal to yo mouth, how yo braces feel?
i need five hunnid for a gram, f*ck a deal
send a opp up top to god, this a gracious meal
zazas and the wock’, i’m in a different state
if you tryna act tough, come determine yo fate
bro checked yo b*tch, that’s a different mate
foreign b*tch with a fat ass, that’s a different cake
tron took mе to j. ale’s, got a steak
thumbs up to the goat, i don’t peep thе hate
real n*gga, not a ounce fake
i’ma run this sh*t the f*ck up till my legs break
[verse 2: babytron]
i’ma run it up, run it up like, yeah, yeah
b*tch, we coming up, coming up like, yeah, yeah
i’ma knock them b*tches clean off, f*ck a dreadhead
jacks, cards, shout*out to my mailman
lil’ b*tch wanna f*ck me ’cause i’m a thousandaire
take a deep breath, lil’ b*tch, this some mountain air
two thousand dollar kitchen table, money counter there
we’ll stomp his ass a hunnid deep, we don’t want it fair
clutching on the chop, looking at you, what you wanna do?
miguel cabrera type sh*t, gucci tiger shoe
seeing what i seen through these buffs, that’s a swiper view
i got a slug smushed in this b*tch, now it’s inside of you
let me stop mean*mugging, her friend called me “meanie pants”
motherf*cking shrimp, you got them teeny*weeny bands
white b*tch facetime her friend, make sure you bring them xans
yes, b*tch, it’s mister do the visa scams
huh, i need a chicken pita
i’ll bake his dirty*ass like i came with anita
hunnid stuffed in these f*cking ‘miris, i bet the stripper seen ’em
don’t you say a word when you suck, lil’ b*tch, i mean it
huh, this lil’ b*tch a demon
lil’ bro tripping out the window, he got the 50 swinging
it ain’t a flash on the drac’ but the bl!cky beaming
twenty bands on me, b*tch, just look, i was just hitting neiman’s
huh, then i hit saks
.556, chopstick, better get back
lightskin face card fire, bet i hit that
you woke up, smoke six blacks, i grabbed six jacks
do that lil’ pose, ooh*wee, i got a six pack
if you don’t stop playing, put yo mouth where that tip at
bape hoodie on, body bag if i zip that
i can teach you something, come enroll in a drip class
[outro: babytron]
ayy (ooh, stan, turn me up)

- scrumbleman lyrics

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