Lyrics:
no skinz
And if you don't got money you won't scoop a honey
If you don't got cash you won't be getting no ass
And if you're not clocking loot you
better move
You better move, you better move
Louis my shoes, pull out my whip on 22's
I saw your girl, I had to scoop
Just like a bird she gonna swoop
They see you with your mood on (mood on)
Kickin' the air with
These muh-fuckin' Louboutins (yeah)
VS1 diamonds on me, they got the scoop
(scoop
you know that I might be the richest little nigga you ever could treat
And you know that I might just scoop that little bitch up off of her feet
All
but a dumb ass
I thought of all this on Ecstasy (perfect!)
Fuckin' 'round whoop, scoop!
Whoopity whoop
Whoopity whoop, scoop poop woop toop
come off tour
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls all over the globe
I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes
Fix your hair in
was Sunny
I'd share a scoop, runnin' shit like Rebels
You can call me Barney, cause I took your Fruity Pebbles
Dibble like an office on Top Cat,
feet debt free just
to show proof its different when you know Lou
Scoop shawty up like loose rebound broke up with her man
and she liking me now
this
gone bad good girl,
good girl, scoop, good girl, scoop, shes a girl gone bad
Shes a bad girl but good for me,
shes a bad girl but good for me,
shes
bars so why the fuck are they so feeble
Pull up in a coupe
Drop the top remove
Tell me what's the scoop
Are you ballin, do you hoop
Pull up in a coupe
(Scoop)
Yeah alright, it's all fun and games 'til a nigga trippin'
Mop the floor, hide the wet sign just to catch him slippin'
Pull up, bounce out with
Fat Man Scoop, Crooklyn Clan
Timbaland, Timbaland
Fat Man Scoop, Crooklyn Clan
Timbaland, Timbaland
Whatever I say, y'all gotta do
Whatever I say,
mothafuckin' life, Skoob
I promise you don't know me
I pull up bout my cake
Where I'm from is not safe
I got fish, I'm a lake
Scoop them grits on a plate
chain made of ice cream I scoop, scoop
Mhm we turn them boys into soup, soup, mhm
We'll never tеll you the truth, mhm
Bitch, I'm in a 911 coupe (A coupe,
At his triumphant procession
Down the road of quease
Dropping off, he stopped
At a British shop
Swoop scoop
Slang King
At a British shop
Take it
Ya ya, ya fatman Scoop, Beatnuts
Yo, yo, yo yo
Fatman Scoop, Crooklyn Clan
Fatman Scoop, Crooklyn Clan
Fatman Scoop, Crooklyn Clan
Beatnuts,
ass know who he is
(Chorus) x2
This is the shack, this is how we act
Caps I peel, flex my steel
2 Scoops-
Its the nigga
Replenish my Jing
Master my Qi
Scoop of He Shou Wu in my morning Brew
I'm Jinged up from the feet up man I thought you knew
Slip on my tennis shoes I could
Scoops is staring out the window
I wanna know what he knows
He just wants to go outside
I just want him by my side
Scoops is staring out the window
This shit kind of random, I don't have a clue
Why you hit me for the answer? Bitch, I'm not the scoop
I'm a nigga with a tantrum, I'm not in the mood
your number I'll call you yeah
They poop we scoop yeah that's what best friends do yeah
If you do that too then your best friend loves you yeah yeah
So
the coupe
Blast, baja in my cup I mix it through
Flash, take a picture for your iPhone too
Smash, Super Mario I gotta scoop
Pass, every spliff we rolled
Känner mig fly
Beatet på loop
Tjejen hon är fine
I min coupe
Allt är right
Rågad scoop
Låt mig ta en bite
Vi håller ihop
Känner mig fly
Beatet på
Big glock, got a beam
Stay loyal never switch on the team
Get the money ima count me some green
Scoop ya bitch ima get in between
Big glock, got
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