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Thursday, November 4, 2010

Lil Scrappy - Look At Me Lyrics

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Lil Scrapy - Look At Me

Chorus
I got my own shoe
I pay my own due
I got my own girl
I got my hore
I got my own shit
Just like my own weed
So just get upon ..
I’m not talking shit

Look at me (repeats)

This little ..
Can you chase it?
Kept my own money home
Why would I waste it?
Money got ..
Of course I’m gonna chase it
Got my own ..
So you know I got to face it
Girl you see me
You know I got my own
So they holler
Girl if you don’t have your own
Don’t bother
Cause truffle I was told by my mama
She said any girl I get mixed up her pockets ta-ta
You ain’t get no ..
I got my own bitches
Own houses own cash
If I’m doing dirt
Man I’m on my own task
Got my own good
And my own mess
.. I’ll be owned
..keep your weed man
I got my own man
I know you heard it

Chorus

I’m a grown man
..
I walk my own streets
So I got my own ..
What’s wrong with you dude?
Why you ain’t got your own shoes?
You’re all news
And you’re old on views
..you’re on your own homey
I know it started to feel like it’s something wrong dummy
I got my own .. you can’t trace them
My own life own taste
Every day I eat ..
Try to replace them
You can’t cause they’re all mine

I clean my won street with two ..
You better watch how you move boy
Don’t speak
Rock boy
But not with J-lo
You can get a hello

Baby I’m on my own

Chorus

Bitch I’m real
Why you are all up in my grill?
Just got to slow dose
And I need a refill (repeats)

Chorus

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Lil Scrappy - Bad Lyrics (feat. Stuey Rock)

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Lil Scrappy - Bad (feat. Stuey Rock)


Chorus
She’s bad that’s her
That’s her that’s her
Say that’s her that’s her
That’s her that’s her
She knows she’s bad
Yeah she knows she’s bad
Bad as a murderer (repeats)

She got her own crib
She got her own wheel
She got her own crew
So she takes own true
She got own s way
She buy her own bed
And when she hit the mall
She’s Papa

And she’s so pretty …
She don’t need no nigger
And when she’s in the club
She buys her own liquor
I mean a whole bottle
.. nigger like him
She looks just like a diva
If she wasn’t scared
I guess he will be up to meet her
You know what she says
Money ain’t a thing
And when she takes you up
She’ll eat you … whole thing

Chorus

She’s bad and she has a nice way
She hit the mall …
A Louis bag, she got that
The Gucci bag, she got that
Yeah she got that this because she bought that
She hit the true club and makes that ass pop
Every time I see her I tell her that’s her
I see my .. like her
I tell her she can pop inside my yellow Jaguar
And you know I got .. like a bad boy
All across the world
Grab your passport
You ain’t got to ask
Chorus

If she’s so fine
I wanna fuck her five times
Got a lot of boobs but they are on the side line
What I wanna do to you baby should be a crime
She said …
She saw your ID…
She ain’t be no one night hore
She only be the only shit
I like this shit…

Chorus