Juicy J - Scrape lyrics
rate me(Intro)
Did he smoke somethin' before he came out here?
The answer is yes. I rolled up a little somethin'
I'd be lyin' to ya niggas if I told ya niggas I was sober
Winner's circle
We scrapin' up all this money man
The hustle continues
(Hook)
I'm feelin' faded and elevated
Buyin' everythin' so they can tell I made it
I'm rollin' papers they tryin' fade us
I keep that money comin' in I'mma scrape it
I'mma scrape it, I'mma scrape it, I'mma scrape it
I'mma scrape it, I'mma scrape it, I'mma scrape it
I'm rollin' papers
Mane I'm faded
I'mma scrape it, I'mma scrape it, I'mma scrape it
I'mma scrape it, I'mma scrape it, I'mma scrape it
(Verse: Juicy J)
Mane I'm blowin' all this loud
I'll be damned to let a nigga take it
I'm a stoner
Wake and bake at 8 no eggs and bacon
Plenty syrup, plently loud
Nigga ya ain't heard
All this cake, a nigga make it better then deserved
Keep the chopper on the lurk
Bombay quench my thirst
All these dead
Presidents I'mma need a hearse
I'm gettin' faded, I'm so high
Bout to spark, Captain Kirk
Wastin' weed in my lap
Tryin' to roll up but I swerve
Ya say ya not suckin' dick bitch, ya got some nerve
Put this condom on yo ear hoe, fuck what ya heard
I'm the shit, ya just a turd
Ya ain't shit mark my words
Got bitches who give me brain
Until I'm a nerd
(Hook)
(Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa)
They tryin' to talk about me cos' I'm always stayin' positive
Ridin' clean, she wakin' up and cleanin' that's just how I live
Niggas busy stressin', I'm just smokin' weed and taking shots
Gotta keep the proper medication cos' I think a lot
Fresh up out the Jacuzzi, smokin' doobies in my subies
FaceTime her, bring her to the trap to watch some movies
Netflix, Champagne, Apple TV
Ya best believe it goin' down ya fucking wit a G
(Hook)
(Verse 3: Project Pat)
Scrape it up, scoop it up
We just tryin' to pile it up
Buyin' drugs where I'm from
Ya might get fucked like a slut
Medical Cali in my lungs
Hustlers hold them rollie's up
My gal skinny my pockets fat
Stuffed like a Stromboli bruh
In the club, sparkles on them bottles like 4th of July
Bookin' a show for Mississippi all the way to Dubai
Rollin' papers smokin' like a hippie, brains in the in the sky
Warrent like police askin' me questions, know I'ma lie
Cos' I'm a hunnid like a Calico
Cigarello full of medical
Do no deals off the credit roll
We poppin' bottles and we stakin' dough
(Hook)
(Outro)
Mane I'm as high as muthafucka nigga
I'm in Vegas right now ya know what I'm sayin'
I'm in a big ass suite recordin' this damn song
Fuck what ya talkin' bout'
