SCOOTER lyrics : "Bigroom blitz"
Shotta got the plan, man
Always like a Grand Slam
Big shot, all in one
Shotalot is on the run
Crack on the whips, never check
Bust in tight, front to back
I reach my fate at the gates
God says shotta yo was great
When Iâ??m shopping
And my bad filled with options so donâ??t ask
What it cost Iâ??m in a Maserati
Coupe going so fast
That I lost â??em
And my (*##$ got so much swag
That these bad (*##$es on us
Ah! Killing yâ??all, pow!
Itâ??s-itâ??s the bigroom blitz!
Bring the noise!
I jack them hoes, direct them hoes
Take â??em home and let them hoes
Go live out their fantasies
Theyâ??re popping pills, Iâ??m rolling weed
Even got a couple bad (*##$es overseas
Shotta got the slo-mo
You can call it pro flow
Every shot a straight flush
Shotalot is in a rush
Back on the floor, lyrical madness
On the mic, Jack the cactus
I reach my fate at the gates,
God says shotta, you was great!
Shotta gotta chicks, itâ??s-itâ??s the bigroom blitz!
Yeah!
Nobodyâ??s hotta than shotta! Thank you!
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