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Ahh Shit (feat. Morri) Video (MV)




Performed By: Sceddy
Language: English
Length: 1:37
Written by: Morris Harris, Dorion Wilson




Sceddy - Ahh Shit (feat. Morri) Lyrics




You catch me ridin' lonely, by myself, I don't need no homie
No new friends, I'm not friendly, I really only f*ck with family
Chasin' checks, the motto, never been lucky enough to hit the lotto
Ranked and stuffed on pockets, how you work, but ain't no profits

I shoot my shot like stocks, she comin' just to stuff some cock in
He actin', that is not him, niggas, playroll, this is not fair
Dumpin' all day, puttin' the jack down till I crack a meal
Call her cuz, he pull up with the steel

F*ckin' on your bae, I crack her down while you pay all the bills
Ran up a sack, remember days I was hurtin
F*ckin' up a sack and gettin' it back, I started that shit early
But wouldn't wanna play, had my lil' niggas sittin' till the morning

She say, Moir, you never give me time
Break a P down, shit, I do this all the time
All that shit you was rappin', why you ride up on your clique
Niggas diss, f*ck they bitch, turn they ass to grits

Ain't no swervin' in this coupe, I'm not tryna get f*ckin' fleek
Pockets stay on hip-hop, ain't no runnin' out of this dog shit
Smokin' on the woods, fatter than your bitch
How I break down a P? Call me Marshawn Lynch

Money makin' Mitch, don't get bleached
Send the gas to my head, he like, what new batches this, nigga
Nigga, nigga, this that new kind
We ain't got time to spare, so nigga, we gotta use time

Another day, another dollar, and I'm gettin' racks proper
I'm serious about my paper, nigga, I got things to foster
I need a bitch gon' rock his dick all night, we on a flight
And bitch, I don't care who your nigga is, bitch, you mine tonight

I'm iced up knowin' him, we tryna win, let's move strategic
Don't come swimmin' in the deep end, Michael Phelps, I went for reason
Bitch, don't try me when you've seen one of my fights, don't got no losses
And don't you double-cross me, you end up swimmin' with the crosses

That's a sad day
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You catch me ridin' lonely, by myself, I don't need no homie
No new friends, I'm not friendly, I really only f*ck with family
Chasin' checks, the motto, never been lucky enough to hit the lotto
Ranked and stuffed on pockets, how you work, but ain't no profits

I shoot my shot like stocks, she comin' just to stuff some cock in
He actin', that is not him, niggas, playroll, this is not fair
Dumpin' all day, puttin' the jack down till I crack a meal
Call her cuz, he pull up with the steel

F*ckin' on your bae, I crack her down while you pay all the bills
Ran up a sack, remember days I was hurtin
F*ckin' up a sack and gettin' it back, I started that shit early
But wouldn't wanna play, had my lil' niggas sittin' till the morning

She say, Moir, you never give me time
Break a P down, shit, I do this all the time
All that shit you was rappin', why you ride up on your clique
Niggas diss, f*ck they bitch, turn they ass to grits

Ain't no swervin' in this coupe, I'm not tryna get f*ckin' fleek
Pockets stay on hip-hop, ain't no runnin' out of this dog shit
Smokin' on the woods, fatter than your bitch
How I break down a P? Call me Marshawn Lynch

Money makin' Mitch, don't get bleached
Send the gas to my head, he like, what new batches this, nigga
Nigga, nigga, this that new kind
We ain't got time to spare, so nigga, we gotta use time

Another day, another dollar, and I'm gettin' racks proper
I'm serious about my paper, nigga, I got things to foster
I need a bitch gon' rock his dick all night, we on a flight
And bitch, I don't care who your nigga is, bitch, you mine tonight

I'm iced up knowin' him, we tryna win, let's move strategic
Don't come swimmin' in the deep end, Michael Phelps, I went for reason
Bitch, don't try me when you've seen one of my fights, don't got no losses
And don't you double-cross me, you end up swimmin' with the crosses

That's a sad day
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Writer: Morris Harris, Dorion Wilson
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