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major payne - scy jimm lyrics

[intro]
yeah
chop, n*gga, this b*tch’ll— mmm
(g, i think we got one)
sn*tch off the stock (yeah)
(i ain’t finna tell y’all how ron got away with this sh*t)
the cops, n*gga, this sh*t gon’ stop, n*gga
b*tch, i’m a soldier, major payne, hey
me and you n*ggas ain’t the same
tired of all that creep sh*t, if you don’t f*ck with me, then stay out my face
f*ckin’ lame
ayy, yeah
[chorus]
we been outchea, all you lil’ n*ggas late (you n*ggas late)
yeen give me sh*t, n*gga, how the f*ck you wan’ eat off my plate? (you wanna what?)
tired of all this creep sh*t, if you don’t f*ck with me, then stay out my face (stay out my face)
we all got the same 24 hours, i don’t know why they hate (what the f*ck?)
i just bought a chop’, n*gga (hahaha), this b*tch’ll chop n*ggas (gloww)
thirty on that glock, sn*tch off the stock, yeah (huh?)
and screaming, “f*ck the cops,” n*gga (f*ck ’em), this sh*t gon’ stop, yeah (f*ck ’em, f*ck ’em)
and f*ck all the opps, n*gga (f*ck ’em), take off your top (f*ck ’em, f*ck ’em)

[verse]
b*tch, i’m a soldier, major payne (what?), b*tch, i’ma blow and change the game (what?)
that stick was made in spain (gloww), me and you n*ggas ain’t the same (ayy, me and you n*ggas not the same)
your ass gon’ need a poncho, 7.62’s, it come like rain (ayy, b*tches come like rain)
stressin’ at a young age (what?), i pop percs to help the pain, yeah (ayy, i pop f*ckin’ percs)
youngins outchea wildin’, dress myself, i don’t need no stylist
i been looking at houses, my opp just touched his first thousand
i been sitting back smilin’, all this money just keep pilin’ (money pilin’)
promise i won’t stop until i’m flying private with my own island (ayy, ayy, ayy)
that sh*t you sellin’, i ain’t buyin’ (huh?)
sip l!ck, this ain’t no wine (this ain’t no wine)
stop hating, that sh*t is a crime (that sh*t is a crime)
i ain’t never dropped no dime, yeah (drop no dime)
you ain’t never slung no iron, yeah (slung no iron)
they say, “jit, you one of a kind” (huh?)
i’m the truth, i’d be lying (eh)
this sh*t easy, i ain’t even trying, ayy
[chorus]
we been outchea, all you lil’ n*ggas late (you n*ggas late)
yeen give me sh*t, n*gga, how the f*ck you wan’ eat off my plate? (you wanna what?)
tired of all this creep sh*t, if you don’t f*ck with me, then stay out my face (stay out my face)
we all got the same 24 hours, i don’t know why they hate (what the f*ck?)
i just bought a chop’, n*gga (hahaha), this b*tch’ll chop n*ggas (gloww)
thirty on that glock, sn*tch off the stock, yeah (huh?)
and screaming, “f*ck the cops,” n*gga (f*ck ’em), this sh*t gon’ stop, yeah (f*ck ’em, f*ck ’em)
and f*ck all the opps, n*gga (f*ck ’em), take off your top (f*ck ’em, f*ck ’em)

[outro]
outchea wildin’
yeah, dress myself, i don’t need no stylist
all this money pilin’
my opps— my opp just touched his first thousand

- scy jimm lyrics

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