Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On Me, artist - Big Scoob. Album song Duality, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.05.2018
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
On Me |
| Scooby Doo I’m goofy, I’m movie I keep it moving |
| Keep it pushing from the music to bushes ain’t nothing do me |
| Here’s some gushers for you pussies |
| You tutti frutti unruly’s ammunition for you bitches |
| You loosey bootie so goonies |
| Back up in this rapping and I’m killing all of these rappers |
| Yeah I’m cooking crush and crumble my cousin |
| I keep it cracking |
| Said I’m back up in this rapping and I’m killing all of these rappers |
| Blood who can brush and run with me buzzing |
| Let’s get it bracking |
| What is understood ain’t gotta be explained |
| So I ain’t gotta tell you, I’m a fixture in the game |
| When I can get to chopping |
| Ain’t no stopping no G shit |
| I’m for real and I’ma put that on me, bitch |
| Throw deep, gold chain in my sweatsuit |
| All flame in this thing how Scoob do |
| So fresh, and I’m 'bout to act a damn fool |
| So turnt, and I’m breaking all the damn rules |
| Shit, I’m me, bitch |
| Certified, can’t clone me, bitch |
| On me, bitch |
| I’m a five, six, seven OG, bitch |
| Break it down and get it |
| I’m with it, check the exhibit |
| Heavy lyrics being lifted and livid, the boy is gifted |
| Ain’t no difference, just don’t mix it |
| The mission, I’m here to get it |
| Ain’t no friendship |
| I don’t fuck with you bitches, I’m independent |
| Solo dolo in the paint with the pollo in them bushes |
| On the low-low, out the way of the popo |
| I be pushing |
| Say you cold, lil' homie, I’m colder with the blow |
| And smell shit when I walk through the door of that manure |
| What is understood ain’t gotta be explained |
| So I ain’t gotta tell you, I’m a fixture in the game |
| When I can get to chopping |
| Ain’t no stopping no G shit |
| I’m for real and I’ma put that on me, bitch |
| Throw deep, gold chain in my sweatsuit |
| All flame in this thing how Scoob do |
| So fresh, and I’m 'bout to act a damn fool |
| So turnt, and I’m breaking all the damn rules |
| Shit, I’m me, bitch |
| Certified, can’t clone me, bitch |
| On me, bitch |
| I’m a five, six, seven OG, bitch |
| Old head hunting for bread, you hear me nigga? |
| Yeah no risk, I’m on the edge, you fear me nigga? |
| In your chest, zip up your vest, I’m hitting niggas |
| I profess, I am the best, come get it nigga |
| I’m the sneakest that done did it |
| I’m witty, I’m with the business |
| Kansas City is you with me |
| They hear me, they going silly |
| I ain’t lying, got the heart of a lion |
| Pushing line past crime |
| But I’m one of a kind with these rhymes |
| What is understood ain’t gotta be explained |
| So I ain’t gotta tell you, I’m a fixture in the game |
| When I can get to chopping |
| Ain’t no stopping no G shit |
| I’m for real and I’ma put that on me, bitch |
| Throw deep, gold chain in my sweatsuit |
| All flame in this thing how Scoob do |
| So fresh, and I’m 'bout to act a damn fool |
| So turnt, and I’m breaking all the damn rules |
| Shit, I’m me, bitch |
| Certified, can’t clone me, bitch |
| On me, bitch |
| I’m a five, six, seven OG, bitch |