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Artiste: Scotty ATL
Titre: What's The Formula

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As the shit peels off, smell the rubble from the top
How I get disco, man I used to cap
On my playa high shit, gold teeth, neva rat
Got advantage ova here, it ain't fly
Bust it for me, luv

Real shit, poppin' thru yo speaker, yeah I no idea
Some o' y'all here, some o' y'all got no idea
And every 12 and 16 on the windy street
Born and so in every crackin' crevice man, they know bout him
Prolly bout 18 miles all a day
Telephone, e-mail, fuck^&*() the street
And the lair, when I'm in a hurry
Tell 'em get a cab, tell 'em get a chauffeur
Made a whole lot of bread
He ain't got money chauffeur
That't my homie, girl, won't you tiitie him

As the shit peels off, smell the rubble from the top
How I get disco, man I used to cap
On my playa high shit, gold teeth, neva rat
Got advantage ova here, it ain't fly
Bust it for me, luv
Real shit, real shit, real shit
Real shit, real shit, real shit
Real shit, real shit, real shit

Twenty ace'll take ya where you wanna be
Trust my word! Ply Team here, have seat
Trust my ^&*()! Got my ^&*() wid me
Ain't no worry, yeah, I trust my curve
Signs of the flaiky, I can't trust you, sir
Why you be like that? Ridin' with my lows up
You'll neva put up ^() up ^() down
Why ya look so proud? Guess who showed up!
Yeah, we shout it, guess who runnin' mouth for mouth
In the track feel ^&*() till the naked truth you told
Leather hit the ties screet, here money, sit ova here
Give it 2 cents o' yoself
Outta my ear, outta my ear
I had a heart of gold, feel like I been cold
On the B, mama weighed me right, damn I know it wrong