Recession Back Young Scooter (Ft. Boosie Badazz & Young Buck)
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[Intro: Young Scooter]
Yeah that motherfucking recession
You niggas just don’t know nobody
Cut the stove off
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Go to work, nigga (Jugg)
They say the recession’s back (Count up)
Go to work, nigga (Work)
I got a neighbourhood full of white crack (Lil Mexico)
Go to work, nigga (Jugg)
They say the recession’s back
Go to work, nigga (These niggas just don’t know nobody)
I say the word, I get your whole neighborhood whacked (For real)
[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Pepper shoot you if I say the word (For real)
Ken Blacka shoot you if I say the word (K Blacka)
You little boys ain’t never show no bird (Nah)
I let them birds take em off and put em on the curb (Remix, count up)
Walk in my shoes you gotta sell a million on worth of sacks (For real, jugg)
I talking dope that’s 20, 50’s hundreds yeah (12-12)
Ain’t no recession we flexing, you snitchin' and stressin'
I told ya’ll Columbian, I teach cocaine lesson (Cocaina)
I turn ones to threes, and threes to sixes (What else?)
Remix, remix, remix, remix, cocaine chemist
Yeah that motherfucking recession
You niggas just don’t know nobody
Cut the stove off
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Go to work, nigga (Jugg)
They say the recession’s back (Count up)
Go to work, nigga (Work)
I got a neighbourhood full of white crack (Lil Mexico)
Go to work, nigga (Jugg)
They say the recession’s back
Go to work, nigga (These niggas just don’t know nobody)
I say the word, I get your whole neighborhood whacked (For real)
[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Pepper shoot you if I say the word (For real)
Ken Blacka shoot you if I say the word (K Blacka)
You little boys ain’t never show no bird (Nah)
I let them birds take em off and put em on the curb (Remix, count up)
Walk in my shoes you gotta sell a million on worth of sacks (For real, jugg)
I talking dope that’s 20, 50’s hundreds yeah (12-12)
Ain’t no recession we flexing, you snitchin' and stressin'
I told ya’ll Columbian, I teach cocaine lesson (Cocaina)
I turn ones to threes, and threes to sixes (What else?)
Remix, remix, remix, remix, cocaine chemist
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