Teledysk

Scrim - nightmare on the northside 2
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scrim
Scrim
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer

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You did good, Slick Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Step the fuck up, bringing that thunder With my gunners, better take cover Pull up, fuck discrete, ride with the whole fleet Shoot up the whole street, fuck it I'm too deep All my guns just G-LOCK, ain't no safety My mama gave birth to Satan, no mistaking All my habits gonna chauffeur me to my casket Savage grippin' that fucking full metal jacket (Man, shoot that bitch, shoot that bitch again) Got that heat, pull it out the bag like it's trick-or-treat Blow his high, blow his fucking mind, fuckboy R.I.P T-I-T-T-Y B-A-B-Y smoking vanilla sky W-E, double the T, O, you can bet your bitch been by T-O double M, Y, cruising that five with my lil' boy $lim S-C-R-I-M, bitch, I'm him, crowned the king of hymns 200K on a Benz and it got no tint so you bitches know it's me I'm gettin' head from a bitch and this my revenge from when she ain't notice me Every day I get a call from my boy Kyle, talking 'bout more Ms, more Ms Coming in, coming in, doubling, tripling, stock price dividends, I ain't got time to spend Yeah, these motherfuckers hate that I ain't struggling If I was dead, the same ones hating claim "We loved him" Rather me OD'd like the rest and boxed the fuck up "Scrim man, use your deep voice" Shut the fuck up Northside, ayy (Ayy) Northside, ayy (Ayy) Northside, ayy (Ayy) Northside, ayy (Ayy) Northside, northside who I be (Ayy) Northside, northside who I be (Ayy) Northside, northside who I be (Ayy) Northside, northside who I be (Ayy) Northside, northside, I'm from the N (N) Northside, 985, blow a O (O) Smoke my opps, when they die, rated R (R) Shit that bitch did in my car, black T (T) Hide my face with the ski, shooting H (H) Fuckin' numb to the face, red S (S) On my motherfuckin' chest you know I (I) Think I'm Superman when high, give her that D- (D) I-C-K when she off that motherfucking E (E) Northside, northside who I, ayy (Ayy) Northside, northside who I, ayy (Ayy) Northside, northside who I, ayy (Ayy) Northside, northside who I, ayy (Ayy) We ain't done motherfucker You did good, Slick It's a smash North, north, north, north (Ayy) North, north, north, north (Ayy) North, north, north, north (Ayy) Pull up with the stick in the trunk Runnin' 'round smellin' like funk Duckin', I'm off of that junk Baddest bitch up in the front Got my whip slidin' on blades Run through the North like a maze Ride with the gang like parades Wetto been sicker than AIDS Motherfuckers know that when I say go I mean it right now, not a minute Switchin' up my image, I'ma push it to the limit Cookin' boys like a motherfuckin' skillet You don't want a visit, have them killers punch your ticket Have 'em shootin' 'til the whole clip finished Hoes want Slick, yeah they all dick sick, every bitch I hit like a pin-up Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, okay Don't know what I'm smokin' on, but this shit deadly All these brokeboys smoking mojo mixed with reggie I'm in that you can't see me bitch and you won't catch me Spent 250 on my diamonds just for flexing Got that plug up on that drank like I'm from Texas Back to my diamonds, I just bought it, not to wear it I can't spend money fast enough, shit gettin' scary I'm that ghost that haunt your dreams, that Bloody Mary I'm that fiend, killer of dreams Pushing that buggy, uh Bitches wanna fuck me, might let her touch me if she lucky Bust out the blade, I go insane, laughing like Chucky (ha-ha-ha) Fuck what they say, I'll push in they lane and make myself comfy North, north, north, north (Ayy) North, north, north, north (Ayy) North, north, north, north (Ayy) North, north, north, north (Ayy)
Writer(s): Scott Anthony Arceneaux Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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