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Since99 - MR ROBOTO (SCAM CYPHER) lyrics

Artist: Since99

album: Scam Chronicles


Casamigos cool, but you ever try some wok?
You ever plug your aimbot when you saw an opp?
I never gave a fuck about him I love to talk
Pull up on your couldesac im toting chalk
Bitch I'm posted like I'm ed edd n eddy
We play hockey where I'm from but I slide with machetes
Bitch I'm counting up the Guap, It ain't paper mache
He said he went to golden sun, but i saw him at Kay
Got a white plug doing shrooms dabbing all day
Supersonic in the blunt Bitch I'm smoking on Ray, Allen
Boy you all talk, Jimmy Fallon
Got a three liter faygo, pour a gallon
Throwing bullets like I'm Josh Allen
If they saw me up in texas, might be in Mccallen
Putting numbers on the board, they checkin' the tallies
Bitch I'm eating at the checkers dropping fires in the chalet
Cmon kev you gotta get in on this
Cmon kev cmon kev
Punch me in
Punch me the fuck in
Okay let's GO
I'm at the ATM this the fourth time
I'm buying cars off the site it's probably your mom's
I'm the king of this shit feel like bron bron
And I put some wok in the glass that is not wine
I ain't worried about that gun you are not scary
Flying thru the hood with a stick feeling like I'm Harry Potter
They call you at Payless grabbing kicks
I'll pull up to that nigga gravesite and take a piss
You round up some quarters trying to get a bag of chips
Before I sold the weed to you I had rubbed it down with Vicks
Thirsty ass hoe scrolling through liking my pics
She can't talk right now she got a mouth full of dick
You say you need the sauce, nah you need some mouthwash
Scammed a nigga for a beat acting like i'm south side
Got the addy on the OPP's but they never outside
Stuff the nigga inna trunk and take him on a car ride (kidnapped)
Damnnnn
Alright who else we got
Kasher quon
Kasherrr quon
Just pulled up to BOA with a fake check
Bank teller tried to tell me no but this ain't that
All you gotta do is do your job you get paid for that
See me coming to pick up 50k like what the heck
I look suspicious
I told that bitch I like you, you look vicious
That mean you look mean
I do love drugs and getting high but I ain't no fiend
There's something about wockhardt
I paid 60 for a 3.5 smoking Pop-Tart
My cousin's janky ass just got flicked by a cop car
They took the whole bag
And he got pulled over with my whole mag
And he already a felon that nigga grass
The judge fasho finna cook and fry his ass
Awww fuckin' shit
Alright who else we got
The man himself
CLOOOONER
Kasher scammed me for 1 hunnit, he a lean fiend
All I get are lols, I'm a meme meme
I make people laugh, I give them joy
Looking for tee grizzley driving down joy
Road bitch, money longer than nine mile
All these rappers lined up, single filed
Waiting on a bag, they'll never get
I drive past, I never quit
I keep that shit 1 hunnit, that's 1 above 99
If that pussy good, ima cum 9 times
They call me big Cloon because of my size
My dick nice but I'm saying I'm wide
Like I need to drop pounds
Bust on a bitch greyhound
Bust on a bitch like seamen
She a hoe, all she see men

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