Scrubs Lyrics - Singles - Pouya

Bitch I been a scrub since day one 

Scrub under the toilet till the pay comes 

Popping ten pills until the pain numbs 

I can feel all the head from my day 1's 

Claiming the clique like they into it 

Really wishing I felt you my enemies 

I ain't pay for no hoe I'm just feeling it 

Where in the fuck were you at my sentencing 

See the judge and he sentence me to the pen 

where he already sent many men 

First time offender to felon, 

he can't feel resentment from crimes I'm just putting in 

Work for the [?] and I'm reppin' it 

But what happens when said stuff start to caving in 

I pray to [?] don't get popped 

They get picked up, picked on until they speak to the cops 

I can hear squealing like some pigs in a pot 

So I'm still praying that the case get dropped 

Aye yo Pouya 

I been praying a lot, but I don't know who's talking back, 

is it Satan or God? 

Could be the voices in my head since I been kicking the ox 

All I really need is beats so go and pass me the aux 

Wrap the cable around my neck and then I stand up on top 

Kick the chair from under my feet, 

now that should tighten the knot, damn 

My verse going harder than the noose neck 

Sorry shorty, can't fuck with you, you got them loose legs 

Funny thing about the looser [?] 

Catch me on the [?] 

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Keep my mind preoccupied 

Work on myself 

Can't let nobody get into my mind or get intimate with me 

I enter my stealth, playing dip down the block, block cop way back 

Blood stains dripping all around the face mask 

Throw it in the river now where your case at? 

Devil in my eyes telling me to face that 

I cannot comply to the feds laid back 

Fucked up in the head and i bust in her legs 

So sick to my stomach, laying down in my bed 

Contemplating the suicide, thinking like who am i? 

You from the gutter, bitch I'm from the suicide 

Got a lifetime in a hard drive 

A hundred racks and it's all mine, can't go for the minimum 

Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, whippin' the [?] bad pussy 

You drippin' blood out of your ovaries 

Tell your hoe please to get over me 

Know it's me when I pull up in the Caddy and hoes wanna photo me 

Follow me, i can show you what you posed to be 

I ride my coat, never ride with a [?] 

Hoes sell pussy on wholesale 

The cops go low when you desperate 

The cops ride slow like they creepin' on yo necklace 

I got the block together with no tetrus 

Bump this hoe right here when you feeling real helpless 

Keep the Glock somewhere near my pelvis, 

in case I gotta get my vengeance 

The Lexapro, it can't help me 

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