Marry The Shooter. - Skooly

Roll up a blunt I can tell you need something

The way you jump when I touch I can tell you need someone

Somebody been touching you

Nobody been loving you

Nobody been fucking you

You playing tough

You like to tussle too

You like it rough

You like to rumble too

This round one, what about number two?

She like the song, fuck her for a song or two

I can go dumb, I can go dumber too

Where my thugs?

I’ll take your tongue from you

Strut yo stuff (strut yo stuff)

I won’t take nun from you (I can’t take it)

She need a thug (she need a thug)

She need loving too, she need love

Uh huh hmm (she need loving too)

Uh huh huh hmm (she need loving too)

Uh huh hmm (she need a thug too)

Uh huh huh hmm (she need love too)

Uh huh hmm (alright)

Uh huh hmm (come on)

Uh huh huh (alright, come on)

Uh huh hmm (alright)

Pretty ass teeth like it’s Colgate

Keep me in line like a probate

She interested in me like my old case, safe to say she my soulmate

Said it’ll be 11 to 7 at yo place I wasn’t doing her no way

Fuck you from 7 to 7 it’s no way we didn’t do this on both dates

Lick on yo leg, and yo belly, and yo face

Tryna see if it’s okay

Why didn’t you tell me that you had a roommate, we can do this shit your way

Talk about slurp it’s stupid

Talk about squirt the scooter

We gone get caught tryna pull out and move, girl, might as well shoot a movie

Top go so well on a Tuesday

Everyone stare at your booty

But you gone marry the shooter

Girl, we just making movies

Bitch I’m a Don, no tooly

This ain’t no frank, get muller

But you gone marry the scooter

You gone be thanking scooly

You gone be thinking stupid

(You gone be thanking scooly)

Uh huh huh hmm…

(Alright…)

(Come on…)

Ya!