Scholar lyrics

by

Lil Wayne


[Verse 1]
I could sprinkle you with game, but you just too f*ckin' lame
I can put you up on something, but you still wouldn’t learn nothing
You know the game is to be sold mane, and not for you lames mane
I spent half of my life n*gga sellin' crack cocaine
I’m a victim of the dope game, I don’t like to name names
I don’t like to name drop, I just like cocaine drops
All I do is drop tops, man I’m so god damn hot
If you got a old car, then go get a new one
If you don’t got no strap, go and get you two guns
Got a b*tch so fine with me, she make me want 2 sons
I told her baby call me Mr. Never Ever Use A Coupon
Baby got that slow dome, my trap like a group home
I’m bad with n*ggas, but I’m good with b*tches
Man Gucci Mane, so superstitious
Rag to riches, no pot to p*ss in
Three years goin' I ain’t seen no Christmas
Six months goin' I ain’t seein' no drought
Work so good they don’t ever get slow
Burglar bar doors on all my houses
I’mma put hardwood on all of my floors

[Hook]
Dog a b*tch, drag a b*tch, so bad I need a damn collar
Pimp n*gga, ain’t turnin' sh*t down but my damn collar
Police pointin' at me, tryna snag me by my damn collar
Gucci Mane ain’t never graduate but I’m a trap scholar
Dog a b*tch, drag a b*tch so bad I need a damn collar
Pimp n*gga, I ain't turnin' down sh*t but my damn collar
Police man be chasin', wanna grab me by my damn collar
Gucci Mane didn’t graduate, but guess what, I'm a trap scholar
[Verse 2]
Hit the club I'm clean as hell, but yeah I got them dirty dollars
Drag a b*tch so bad I need a god damn dog collar
Pull up in three Phantoms like I’m Creflo damn Dollar
And if your b*tch with me, no need to call, don’t even bother
Limpin', screamin', pimpin', turn my trap to a damn brothel
Deep dishs pizzas on my chargers, tryna dodge every pothole
You ain’t gotta worry bout your b*tch cuz your boy got her
Said she want some di*k, then guess what she gon' get a whole lot of
Knock her, then I think I need a god damn El Dorado
Big face Rollie, keep it rolling, for I leave you holy moly
I’m golden, call me goldie
Can’t none of these f*ck n*ggas hold me
I’m a young n*gga but I OG
Y'all bout to turn me to the old me
And no OC, I could OD cuz I drink so much damn codeine
I’m solo, no Co-De
And this Mac 11 is my homie's
I'm up ain't talkin' bout mollies
I'm up ain't talkin' bout coffee
Don’t give a damn about you n*gga and don’t give a damn about them police

[Hook]
Dog a b*tch, drag a b*tch, so bad I need a damn collar
Pimp n*gga, ain’t turnin' sh*t down but my damn collar
Police pointin' at me, tryna snag me by my damn collar
Gucci Mane ain’t never graduate but I’m a trap scholar
Dog a b*tch, drag a b*tch so bad I need a damn collar
Pimp n*gga, I ain't turnin' down sh*t but my damn collar
Police man be chasin', wanna grab me by my damn collar
Gucci Mane didn't graduate, but guess what, I'm a trap scholar
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