paroles de chanson Scissor House (feat. Dreskii) - Veyster

My price right, wocky fanta, I don't like ice
In the party nigga only sippin' truly's, I don't like Mike's
You gotta cop a bigger load if you lookin for the right price
She ain't my type, she lucky if she get like five nights

Hella high up in the stu, I'm talkin' different, bro just sit and listen
Tried to stuff like 20 bands in these amiris Got me walkin' different
Nigga you can't walk with me, I'm too official, I be talkin' chicken
Bro just leave it in the streets I swear to God I won't ever diss you

I just get the head from the bitch then I dismiss it
No kissin', Myron got the stang, he had the stick shift it
If I cut you off no comin' back I won't ever miss you
Pussy talkin' crazy don't be mad I might have to hit you

They might have to get you
Get in his face and he don't got no issue
I don't use no pencil when I'm rappin'
This shit off the mental
Niggas askin' me why they broke, like I can solve the riddle
Send the cheese for the feature if you really wit it

If you wanna find your mans you gotta go fishin
That is not red in the cup what the fuck you sippin'
Tryna chase a ring from my team we goin' to the finals
I won't cross you if you stand on ten I put it on the bible

Up the stick at a party turn it to a dance recital
Watch your back I really know some niggas that'll slime you out
The whole gang got the drip we never goin' through a drought
Bitch tried to argue with me then I had to kick her out

I know my nigga finna face a wood he pulled the scissors out
Brought the bitches to HQ and turned it to a scissor house
Niggas had that EDD run go put the scissors down
Try to pass the skimpy to me told them put the swishers down

Brodie bitch bad, my bitch bad, let's do a switch around
Niggas always layin' in they bed ain't got no chips around
Dude, like you ain't got no money
How the fuck you say you drug dealin' never served a junkie

I ain't go to school my senior year but I am not a dummy
I'ma call that boy Nick Cannon he just met the drummy
I ain't laugh when I was broke, but you, I find it funny
I'm the type to go get some cash and I'ma stash a hundred

How the fuck you always talkin' cash but you ain't stashin' nothin
Me and bro linked with a bad bitch she turn it to a runner
Yeah
She a track star
I was broke I found some cheese nigga it ain't that hard

Got a head from yo bitch and paint her face that part
What the fuck I look like slowin' down this an NASCAR
This an NASCAR nigga
Niggas in buckets and shit like
Could never be me