Song parody of
Amen
by Skoobii
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Aye gang gang
You know who the fuck it is
Skoobii
Aye put that boy ina bag like five guys
I ain't no stripper I keep a pole
Look it's time to go get it and rock and roll
I'm just tryin get money and take stroll
Ona beach with some weed and a hundred hoes
Put that bitch on lock like a figure 4
Got 380s I shoot all 10 of does
The reload give em 10 moe
Fucked up my money I need me a zip or 2
Bebe and cece my guns be identical
Told him we gettin some bricks I was spinnin u
Down on my ass I got off it I'm winnin to
Goofy ass niggas I swear they predictable
You diss me ona track I get rid of u
Death in your city they kill in my city to
And he told on his man that shit pitiful
Get back no you cand get that
Crazy little youngin I shoot at a nigga for talkin tough
Click clack I push your shit back
Walk up on me whippin out that little pistole I call his bluff
Get back no you can't get that
So many rounds in this bitch only right that we light em up
Click clack I push your shit back
Police behind me only time that you seein me get the fuck
James conner in my clip i got 30 rounds
Test run the 4 i got leveon bell now
Protest for skoobii the police wont take me down
Make em a movie i blow if hear a sound
Put that boy on tv now its first degree
And that bitch nigga know he cant fuck with me
No shirt see the gun by the boxer briefs
Tryin tee off on me now he ona tee
I remember them days I ain't get to eat
Brodie told on the gang and he ain't even get away Scott free
On the way to the top you cand stop me
Shawty hot his rip call it block heat
Pillow talkin to a bitch he even meet
Shawty walkin gun shot turn that shit to a track meet
Purpin on me you wont get to sleep
I leave em right where he layin stand he 6 feet
Dear heavenly father
I Know I ain't rap with you ina while
But these bitch niggas wont let me be
I pray you forgive me for all my sins
I know its lonely at the top lord
So ima send you some company amen
Pop out on me and youthinkin im loffin i send your ass right to da sky
Reaper be runnin my guilty Conscience right beside me and demons all up in my eyes
Street nigga turn to a rapper but he a still bag you and sell to the fien and get high
All of them nights i was starvin got it regardless cause i just had to get by
He aint fuckin with me he a runner up
I look back see them niggas catchin up
One song leave a bitch nigga ina dust
One shot make a bitch nigga get the fuck
Told em i got me some sticks like im drummin nigga
Remix the work he try play me we huntin niggas
Pull out this choppa that bitch have em runnin nigga
Raven symone that bitch know how im comin nigga gang
Aye gang gang
You know who the fuck it is
Skoobii
Aye put that boy ina bag like five guys
I ain't no stripper I keep a pole
Look it's time to go get it and rock and roll
I'm just tryin get money and take stroll
Ona beach with some weed and a hundred hoes
Put that bitch on lock like a figure 4
Got 380s I shoot all 10 of does
The reload give em 10 moe
Fucked up my money I need me a zip or 2
Bebe and cece my guns be identical
Told him we gettin some bricks I was spinnin u
Down on my ass I got off it I'm winnin to
Goofy ass niggas I swear they predictable
You diss me ona track I get rid of u
Death in your city they kill in my city to
And he told on his man that shit pitiful
Get back no you cand get that
Crazy little youngin I shoot at a nigga for talkin tough
Click clack I push your shit back
Walk up on me whippin out that little pistole I call his bluff
Get back no you can't get that
So many rounds in this bitch only right that we light em up
Click clack I push your shit back
Police behind me only time that you seein me get the fuck
James conner in my clip i got 30 rounds
Test run the 4 i got leveon bell now
Protest for skoobii the police wont take me down
Make em a movie i blow if hear a sound
Put that boy on tv now its first degree
And that bitch nigga know he cant fuck with me
No shirt see the gun by the boxer briefs
Tryin tee off on me now he ona tee
I remember them days I ain't get to eat
Brodie told on the gang and he ain't even get away Scott free
On the way to the top you cand stop me
Shawty hot his rip call it block heat
Pillow talkin to a bitch he even meet
Shawty walkin gun shot turn that shit to a track meet
Purpin on me you wont get to sleep
I leave em right where he layin stand he 6 feet
Dear heavenly father
I Know I ain't rap with you ina while
But these bitch niggas wont let me be
I pray you forgive me for all my sins
I know its lonely at the top lord
So ima send you some company amen
Pop out on me and youthinkin im loffin i send your ass right to da sky
Reaper be runnin my guilty Conscience right beside me and demons all up in my eyes
Street nigga turn to a rapper but he a still bag you and sell to the fien and get high
All of them nights i was starvin got it regardless cause i just had to get by
He aint fuckin with me he a runner up
I look back see them niggas catchin up
One song leave a bitch nigga ina dust
One shot make a bitch nigga get the fuck
Told em i got me some sticks like im drummin nigga
Remix the work he try play me we huntin niggas
Pull out this choppa that bitch have em runnin nigga
Raven symone that bitch know how im comin nigga gang
