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Scottie Pippen Video (MV)




Performed By: Leed
Length: 1:49
Written by: Khaleed Pritchard




Leed - Scottie Pippen Lyrics
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Ayo, Savage, turn that shit up bro. Turn that shit up. No funny shit, man. For real
Okay we sell to rich white bitches
Niggas talking shit until I put my clip in
I keep three white hoes up in my new white kitchen
She a penis fan and she gonna blow my dick in
The way I'm sipping and the way I'm living
If I see the cops in Tokyo I'm drifting
Niggas mad at me because I've been big pimping
I could never go out like my nigga Scottie Pippen
Big bricks in the ceiling
Make a killing off this powdered shit
How you in your feelings bitch?
I never even gave you dick
Say you run your city nigga I ain't got to pay you shit
All my shooters ready do a show and then I f*cking dip
Broke boi two baby mamas no job you going out sad as hell
Then again I got an f&n like a ocean you gon' sea shells
I hit a stain got 12 racks but I see that you talk to 12
Have you seen this young man sir?
Nah that name don't ring a bell
We don't talk to cops we spinning blocks until a body drops
We don't f*ck with ops we f*ck on thots and get their bodies shot
Said she felt a spark in a connection I'm not Static Shock
How you savage with the serial number on your f*cking Glock
Risk taker bitch taker hit maker room shaker
Back breaker pump faker purp with yellow like a Laker
Guap getter thots bitter wock sipper watch sicker
30 on my ring finger
Diamonds loud like choir singers bitch
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Aye, aye aye
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Ayo, Savage, turn that shit up bro. Turn that shit up. No funny shit, man. For real
Okay we sell to rich white bitches
Niggas talking shit until I put my clip in
I keep three white hoes up in my new white kitchen
She a penis fan and she gonna blow my dick in
The way I'm sipping and the way I'm living
If I see the cops in Tokyo I'm drifting
Niggas mad at me because I've been big pimping
I could never go out like my nigga Scottie Pippen
Big bricks in the ceiling
Make a killing off this powdered shit
How you in your feelings bitch?
I never even gave you dick
Say you run your city nigga I ain't got to pay you shit
All my shooters ready do a show and then I f*cking dip
Broke boi two baby mamas no job you going out sad as hell
Then again I got an f&n like a ocean you gon' sea shells
I hit a stain got 12 racks but I see that you talk to 12
Have you seen this young man sir?
Nah that name don't ring a bell
We don't talk to cops we spinning blocks until a body drops
We don't f*ck with ops we f*ck on thots and get their bodies shot
Said she felt a spark in a connection I'm not Static Shock
How you savage with the serial number on your f*cking Glock
Risk taker bitch taker hit maker room shaker
Back breaker pump faker purp with yellow like a Laker
Guap getter thots bitter wock sipper watch sicker
30 on my ring finger
Diamonds loud like choir singers bitch
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Aye, aye aye
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Writer: Khaleed Pritchard
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