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Young Scooter
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Fake Rappers
Come to little Mexico you won't survive Cause all these other rappers all they rap is lies I wonder, can they wrap a brick in the jugg house Don't know what a brick weigh so why you rap about it II'm bout to put you rappers in the jugg house See if you can work a scale, or work a block You ain't from the streets so why you rap about it Fake rappers wouldn't last a day on my block
Fake rappers, welcome to my jugg house Do you really live that life you rappin' bout I know you don't, so what the fuck you talkin' bout 36 O's, and them bells, come and cash-out I dun seen a lot, out them dirty pots You know yo shit gonna flop if you don't touch that block Them falcon's flew in, you know they came in flock Word on the streets, you rappers ain't got no guap Word to my momma I rap what I'm bout One day shawty they goin' hand it out Straight from the booth to the jugg house Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Nigga you just rappin, I just flood the drought
Them folk's hit the corner nig' what would you do I ain't talkin bout the police but the robbin' crew He dun lost his budd man that nigga through House full of pounds I just ran threw We put that L.A. Reid money in the trap Free band we plugged up, we got packs-on-packs Them black migo's jugs a whole lot of racks The streets vouching for me all across the map You can hear it in my voice, that I'm from the trap Everyday you know I jug a different pack I put you on the row see if you make it back It's too much pressure for him he won't survive the trap
Fake Rappers wouldn't last a day on my block (Word on the streets these rappers ain't got no guap) Fake Rappers wouldn't last a day on my block
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