sitting on the block while it’s hot, it aint nothing,
Im a rapaton (?) rapper, still got the hood run,
been through hell and back and i ain’t fronting,
-ggas talking bout dope like they f-cking sell some,
[Chrous]
[Ludacris]
Im addicted to money,
Im addicted to clothes,
Ive been a pimp my whole life so I’m addicted to hoes,
they feel I’m the big dipper, let em play with the stock,
but they don’t wanna f-ck me they wanna f-ck my car,
on the bare skin rug no shoes or socks,
[lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com]
so on three you and the coupe gotta lose your top,
see I’m addicted to the paper I’ve been getting for years,
and my whip is all white I call it britney spears,
say life is like a circus when you stuck on the block,
so we don’t snitch or eat pork, we don’t f-ck with the cops,
thats why i be getting paper till the day that i die,
so like Monica Lewinski keep your head up high,
sooo,
[Chorus]
Its the son of the preacher, but raised by the dope lady,
talk get money, pimp laws and -ggas gone hate me,
I got a good heart and a good brain,
you heard my gangsta story,
my life is off the chain,
my mum flipped the cane, and pop was up the church,
but you and had me in the hallway with the (?)
praying that I stay safe and I don’t get murked,
[lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com]
but I bet I get paid make that money work,
hit the garage I bet I got a bigger merc,
let me holler at your b-tch I make that p-ssy hurt,
for real tho you know that I get dough,
been the record game and my mission is to get more.
[Chorus]
[End]
Let me know what you think of this new Lil Scrappy track and let me know about any corrections to the lyrics. I will update them as soon as humanly possible.