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lotty scotty-bad - twista lyrics

i ain’t rich, i ain’t poke, i ain’t mad neither, bottling up none like chris weaver i can’t sign for the mid*level don’t come around don’t give me time thinkin i won’t turn to a big devil go strong never no weak sh*t for a big devil you can miss me with that sweet sh*t need a lot of salt mixed with double my flow sick i know it f*ck the doctor i ain’t trying to get better every day headed to a new level i stay ready for whoever popping off at the mouth put a lot of hoes in his house spin the block too many times n*gga learn how to shoot better boy down no man up homie we can put the f*cking hands up thought you was leaving with the double you right hood f*ck your whole plan up money put you in a good mood everyday he getting ran up if a n*gga keep a mad attitude guarantee he ain’t got his bands up was the reason you mad you just needed some cash (that’s the reason) let us f*ck i’m up it ain’t my fault you down sad (believe it) and on my feet chasing the bad, while you was on your ass you got the same 24 hour time did you bad bet you for a new trophy only time you see me with my hand out trade the whole team over knife pieces i ain’t right i’m tryna win now here’s a lesson that every l won’t catch me with my chin down learned from it didn’t overcome it my city is a revenge town for you can blink i’m another scope got 24 on your ten now even it made n*ggas link up i flame for the same team now see me on the town like what up bro d*mn n*gga we some king now i can see the frown through your smile everybody pretend shut up rather be known when i’m in my feelings that sh*t don’t feel right go to social media wish i can block a b*tch n*gga in real life delete them i don’t need them hating your heart make you evil turn around and maybe evil too divorce some of you is evil was the reason you mad you just needed some cash let us f*ck i’m up it ain’t my fault you down sad (believe it) and on my feet chasing the bad while you was on your ass you got the same 24 hour time did you bad was the reason you mad you just needed some cash let us f*ck i’m up it ain’t my fault you down sad (believe it) and on my feet chasing the bad while you was on your ass you got the same 24 hour time did you bad

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