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    "Scandalous" Lyrics

    St. Lunatics feat. Murphy Lee

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    [guys talking]
    ...coming around here with their rims and Tims and shit
    Get the fuck out of my neighborhood! (hahahah)
    Fucking eighteen, fucking schoolboy
    Freaking 'tics man, I'm sick of them, they keep playin that song
    They're stupid!

    [Chorus - Murphy Lee]
    I said you don't wanna roll where I could go
    Hard times, Hennessy and Optimos
    Twenty inches on the car, gotta lock the doors
    'Cause these groupies and these haters are scan-da-lous

    [Murphy Lee]
    check it check it I'm Chachee the Navihater
    Fuck shoes, I want the whole fuckin alligator
    Murphy rather put the shoes on a Navigator
    Size twenties that could kick it like a soccer player
    Been a player since Freeze Pops, nigga, Now 'N Laters
    I used to be well connected like an operator
    I used to fuck the teachers and administrators
    Woulda' hit it, but yo, I'm not a good cooperator
    That's why the, that's why the people wanna get me for pollutin the sky
    Factory full a bud got the whole city high
    St. Louis peoples can't cooperate without (without)
    St. Louis po-pos wanna stop me but I doubt (I doubt)

    [(Chorus) 2x]

    Ay yo, I happen to be, I happen to be the Young Dude
    With the hook up like Black and Blue
    My milky flow's cowin these hoes, I make moves
    True smooth figga, coochie licker, relationshipper
    Damn right I'm wit' her twenty/four/five, she gettin thicker
    By the daily, as a child they couldn't fade me
    Brotha my league's speakin the truth, I'm only eighteen
    Do the math, killed a pig, chicken and cow
    My third eye's so versatile it make me smile
    At myself damnit, I'm in the backfield like Emmit
    My life is a movie got damnit, give me a Grammy or a meal ticket
    I ain't picky until I get it, we can still kick it
    Gimme a minute to handle business, 'cause I'm real wit' it
    Soon as I'm finished, yo, we can deal wit' it
    Bill wit' it, Lunatic skills to make a mil' wit' it
    (Wheewwww), we ain't black, we original
    The deal is y'all don't see it's all biblical

    [(Chorus) 2x]

    St. Lunatics did it all
    From highschool ball to feelin booties in the hall
    Skip school, buyin Nikes, twenty deep up in the mall
    Me and my dogs, found a road to make it flow
    Got money to go, fuck somethin, we want it all
    Done worked to hard to see it fall
    Seven years to get our name on the wall, Cuda called
    That did it all, 'cause we cool now, pockets grab for now
    I'm like Jordan in ninety-five, no Bull now
    Promotional tours now, funky like sewers now
    Six-hundred with duals now, like tractors got pull now
    We in a good situation like Phil and Shaq
    On our way up the hill like Jill and Jack

    [(Chorus) 2x]
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to lo and Austan for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Brandt Jones, Danell Stevens, Earl T. Stevens, Tenina Stevens, Shirley Murdock, Larry Troutman, Roger Troutman.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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