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NO SCAM Video (MV)




Performed By: Fifty9th
Featuring: Waldo100
Language: English
Length: 2:06
Written by: Marcus Summers, Kellen Key




Fifty9th - NO SCAM Lyrics
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[ Featuring Waldo100 ]

Tenth grade dropout with a dean salary
My bitch watch the weight and I don't mean countin calories
I'ma charge a hoe or let her die like a battery
And if a nigga trip then the switch put him laterally
I know niggas mad at me ain't f*ckin' with my program
Keep this shit in order like yes sirs and no ma'am
Even though it is I'ma say this shit is no scam
No this is not fraud you niggas wearin' knockoffs
My niggas keep it lockjaw no they ain't talkin
When you play this game you can't come back from that option
F*ck the internet ask the fiends about my progress
F*ck the enemies we don't hang with no opposites
I don't care if she a model charge her like a Tesla
Hand it over with both hands like ambidextrous
Niggas on low income need to stop flexin'
Niggas on paperwork need to stop breathin'
We don't do the peace treats bitch we do get evens
You ont get no chicken nigga you must be a vegan
A bird fell in my lap so a nigga had to wing it
I be servin' white like I ain't got no season
Runnin' up these bands until I hyperventilate
The shit we do for fun is the shit you do to celebrate
Put a dollar on the scale & let it calibrate
Never gon' broke as long as I know how to calculate
Yeah I bick it with the bloods but I buy blues
I be trippin' on these niggas like untied shoes
I ont give a shit about these bitches & I don't try to
I was servin' out the pad like a drive-thru
Yeah I bick it with the bloods but I buy blues
I be trippin' on these niggas like untied shoes
I ont give a shit about these bitches & I don't try to
I was servin' out the pad like a drive-thru nigga
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Tenth grade dropout with a dean salary
My bitch watch the weight and I don't mean countin calories
I'ma charge a hoe or let her die like a battery
And if a nigga trip then the switch put him laterally
I know niggas mad at me ain't f*ckin' with my program
Keep this shit in order like yes sirs and no ma'am
Even though it is I'ma say this shit is no scam
No this is not fraud you niggas wearin' knockoffs
My niggas keep it lockjaw no they ain't talkin
When you play this game you can't come back from that option
F*ck the internet ask the fiends about my progress
F*ck the enemies we don't hang with no opposites
I don't care if she a model charge her like a Tesla
Hand it over with both hands like ambidextrous
Niggas on low income need to stop flexin'
Niggas on paperwork need to stop breathin'
We don't do the peace treats bitch we do get evens
You ont get no chicken nigga you must be a vegan
A bird fell in my lap so a nigga had to wing it
I be servin' white like I ain't got no season
Runnin' up these bands until I hyperventilate
The shit we do for fun is the shit you do to celebrate
Put a dollar on the scale & let it calibrate
Never gon' broke as long as I know how to calculate
Yeah I bick it with the bloods but I buy blues
I be trippin' on these niggas like untied shoes
I ont give a shit about these bitches & I don't try to
I was servin' out the pad like a drive-thru
Yeah I bick it with the bloods but I buy blues
I be trippin' on these niggas like untied shoes
I ont give a shit about these bitches & I don't try to
I was servin' out the pad like a drive-thru nigga
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Writer: Marcus Summers, Kellen Key
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