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Young Scooter
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Ooooh (feat. Young Scooter)
Young Scooter feat. Future
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Uh I told that nigga, I get that pop star If she's fine I'm fine Ooh, there are spinning on a cop car (Atlanta mo'fucker, Atlanta, nigga) Uh (Yeah)
Doin' donuts at 200, ooh I'm on the dash, I'm on the highway, whoa Flying through hood, back ho whoah Hangin' out the window, sprayin' oh I do the dash on these niggas, oh I'm counting cash on 'em, whoa whoa I'm smokin' 'dro, I'm pourin' lean, oh I break the bank, I blow the bank, whoa
I crop them taggy, poppin' tags He swaggy and I'm flashy I drive the Rover like Denali, no exaggeration Diamonds dancin' on my faces, on my preservation Presidential status I just whipped the coupe, the Bentley like I'm on a banshee Doin' a donut out of Magic, 360 man I'm poppin' tags, I drop a lil' cash, tote 'fetti, mayn Freebandz nigga, known to fuckin' get it, mayn That's on my city, mane
Sippin' and, sippin' this Laura Whippin' the hood I go wide back Hangin' out the window like why why Lettin' in off from the other side I whip the whip from the other side I hit the scene like a homicide Splash, splash, I told the jeweller, 'Bring everything' My feet to the floor, I'm on everything
Doin' donuts at 200, ooh Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I'm on the dash, I'm on the highway, whoa Flying through the hood, back ho ooh Hangin' out the window, spraying oh I do the dash on these niggas, ooh I'm counting cash on 'em, whoa whoa I'm smokin' 'dro, I'm pourin' lean, oh I break the bank, I blow the bank, wha
Maserati smashin', now Future ride Bentley Coupe Young Scooter ride Bentley coupe We do the shit that bosses do Real street shit no rap, I'm worth a mil or two Scooter always flexin' I pull up and embarrass you Hit up Ele'ante Yeah, that's a ice check We don't rock fake gold Real diamonds 'round my neck Came up in the dope hole Remix out my dope bowl 150 In the fast lane I'm smashing on you broke hoes Black Amigo gang, we love to count up BM, FBG, we blood brothers 500 in my blunt, that's how I roll up Blowin' fifty in the club when we turn up (count on)
Doin' donuts at 200, ooh I'm on the dash, I'm on the highway, whoa Flying through the hood, back ho ooh Hangin' out the window, spraying oh I do the dash on these niggas, oh I'm counting cash on 'em, whoa whoa I'm smokin' 'dro, I'm pourin' lean, oh I break the bank, I blow the bank, wha
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