Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Scrubs, artist - Pouya. Album song Underground Underdog, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Pouya
Song language: English
Scrubs |
| Bitch, I been a scrub since day one |
| Scrubbin under toilets till the pay comes |
| Popping ten pills until the pain numbs |
| I can feel all the hate from my day 1's |
| Claiming the clique like they into it |
| Really wishing I fail, you my enemies |
| I ain’t paranoid hoe, I’m just feeling it |
| Where in the fuck were you at, at my sentencing |
| See the judge and he sentence me to the pen where he already sent many men |
| First time offender to felony can’t feel resentment from crimes I’m just |
| putting in |
| Work for the set and I’m reppin' it |
| But what happens when sets start to caving in |
| I pray the fuck boy 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 |
| Ayo, Pouya (Yuh?) |
| 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 Getter passed 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 snappin' harder than a noose neck |
| Sorry shorty, can’t fuck with you, you got them loose lips |
| Funny thing about loose lips is how they sink ships |
| Catch me on the |
| 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, Glock cocked 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 maximum, maxi pad 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 run my coat, never ride on no coat tail |
| Hoes sell pussy on wholesale |
| The cost go low when you desperate |
| The cops ride slow like they creepin' on yo necklace |
| I got the block together with no Tetris |
| 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 |