paroles de chanson Sushi - Young Scooter
Yeah!
Eastside
in
this
bitch
Chophouze
on
the
track
I'm
a
product
of
my
environment
like
Boosie
(Like
Boosie)
Nigga,
all
my
dope
raw,
nigga
sushi
(Raw
dope)
They
keep
askin'
why
I
ain't
did
no
song
with
Gucci
(Yeah)
I
keep
countin'
money
wrappin'
bales
in
Gucci
(Count
up)
I
had
they
key
to
the
streets,
way
before
Lucci
(Streets)
Me
and
your
bitch
just
made
a
movie,
she
a
groupie
I
just
pulled
up
in
a
'vert,
I
ain't
talkin'
Uzi
I
got
cocaina,
softer
than
a
smoothie
(Yeah)
I'll
probably
never
do
another
song
with
Gucci
Mane
Real
talk
I
did
your
folks
show
for
a
hundred
bands
Young
Scooter
I
took
the
hardaway,
came
up
like
Derez
All
these
pussy
ass
niggas
be
snitchin',
they
got
Ralo
in
the
feds
I'm
the
king
of
jugg
[?]
you
pussy
niggas
love
that
All
that
juggin'
in
your
raps,
you
niggas
should
thank
me
for
that
Sell
a
million,
I
work
for
Saks,
you
wanna
walk
in
my
shoes
Shit,
I
made
myself
a
boss
and
I
play
by
my
own
rules
Yeah,
I'm
one
of
the
realest
rappers
who
ever
did
this
shit
You
know,
half
you
rap
niggas
ain't
sold
a
nick
I'm
a
product
of
my
environment,
they
named
me
after
the
pavement
Street
street,
Zone
6,
I'm
a
real
80's
baby
I'm
a
product
of
my
environment
like
Boosie
(Like
Boosie)
Nigga,
all
my
dope
raw,
nigga
sushi
(Raw
dope)
They
keep
askin'
why
I
ain't
did
no
song
with
Gucci
(Yeah)
I
keep
countin'
money
wrappin'
bales
in
Gucci
(Count
up)
I
had
they
key
to
the
streets,
way
before
Lucci
(Streets)
Me
and
your
bitch
just
made
a
movie,
she
a
groupie
I
just
pulled
up
in
a
'vert,
I
ain't
talkin'
Uzi
I
got
cocaina,
softer
than
a
smoothie
(Yeah)
I
got
sushi,
cocaina,
shit
be
soft
as
ice
cream
Throw
a
brick
and
a
half
a
remix
in
the
re-rock
machine
The
dope'll
move
across
the
pot
like
that
boy
Billie
Jean
My
trap
look
like
a
parking
lot,
these
cost
twenty
racks
a
piece
There
ain't
no
limit
on
this
money,
call
me
Master
P
Half
you
niggas
dick
riders
call
it
Master
D
Ask
your
CEO,
you
probably
bought
some
bags
from
me
I
done
seen
it
all
before
so
you
can't
handle
me
I
got
the
key
to
the
streets,
I
got
the
master
key,
makin'
eighty
like
every
week
A
million
dollars
worth
of
ice,
the
police,
they
harrassin'
me
They
thought
it
was
over,
I
recharge
like
a
battery
I
done
took
the
whole
mil
in
the
hood
with
Alley
D
I'm
a
product
of
my
environment
like
Boosie
(Like
Boosie)
Nigga,
all
my
dope
raw,
nigga
sushi
(Raw
dope)
They
keep
askin'
why
I
ain't
did
no
song
with
Gucci
(Yeah)
I
keep
countin'
money
wrappin'
bales
in
Gucci
(Count
up)
I
had
they
key
to
the
streets,
way
before
Lucci
(Streets)
Me
and
your
bitch
just
made
a
movie,
she
a
groupie
I
just
pulled
up
in
a
'vert,
I
ain't
talkin'
Uzi
I
got
cocaina,
softer
than
a
smoothie
(Yeah)
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