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Scott Paul - ROI Lyrics



Scott Paul - ROI Lyrics




All of them nights I was stressing
I was just learning a lesson
I bet my whole life on this shit
Ooh look at that return on investment
Now a days I'm only rolling a seven
My bitch look like she fell from heaven
My wodies they know what I'm repping
And we 'bout to blow any second

I look at that clock it's 11:11
Time to get to it no time like the present
My time is a present, I wrap it in purpose
Shit could get deep, I'm just scratching the surface
Shorty is bad and that's word to her surgeon
I give her the world but she has to be worth it
I get so deep I be slapping her cervix
I make that bitch feel like she actually a virgin
Thousands in cash when I'm splurging
My advice, do not harass me in person
My faction will murk em'
Y'all boys are pussy and I cannot play with you cats I'm allergic
My squad will put on them masks and start purging
Find out where his church is, we crashing the service and snatching up purses
Find what we seek "Sikh" and then leave his head wrapped like a turban
Get it?
Well, that coulda been me if ain't find my passion and purpose
The devil be trying and bitches be lying
And doubters be faking a laugh cuz they nervous
I took all the clowns back to the circus
I'm in that digital dash and I'm swerving
God tested me cuz he had to be certain
Now I gotta get to the bag and it's urgent
Boi

All of them nights I was stressing
I was just learning a lesson
I bet my whole life on this shit
Ooh look at that return on investment
Now a days I'm only rolling a seven
My bitch look like she fell from heaven
My wodies they know what i'm repping
And we 'bout to blow any second
Boi
All of them nights I was stressing
I was just learning a lesson
I bet my whole life on this shit
Ooh look at that return on investment
Now a days I'm only rolling a seven
My bitch look like she fell from heaven
My wodies they know what i'm repping
And we 'bout to blow any second

Yeah
I had to cope with depression
My mama found notes in the dresser
I had a hopeless perception
And I played ball to control my aggression
Everyone has someone
I felt like the only exception
And now I got hoes in my mentions
They send me they titties and show me affection
Ooh

Ya boy heating up like a sauna
He know that I'm lit so he talking that shit
But I could take his bitch if I wanna
I pay all my dues and I stay on the move
If she come to my show, she a goner
My whip is from Jersey, my bitch is in Houston
My zip is straight from California
But back to that verse I was scratching the surface
6 hour flight need a flask full of bourbon,
Somethin' I like I got cash for the purchase
You envy but you can't be mad boy I earned it
Sophisticated I'm rapping in cursive
My girl is a G, keep a Mac in her Burken
I turned this beat into ash boy I burned it
I killed it I'm guilty don't ask for the verdict
Scotty
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All of them nights I was stressing
I was just learning a lesson
I bet my whole life on this shit
Ooh look at that return on investment
Now a days I'm only rolling a seven
My bitch look like she fell from heaven
My wodies they know what I'm repping
And we 'bout to blow any second

I look at that clock it's 11:11
Time to get to it no time like the present
My time is a present, I wrap it in purpose
Shit could get deep, I'm just scratching the surface
Shorty is bad and that's word to her surgeon
I give her the world but she has to be worth it
I get so deep I be slapping her cervix
I make that bitch feel like she actually a virgin
Thousands in cash when I'm splurging
My advice, do not harass me in person
My faction will murk em'
Y'all boys are pussy and I cannot play with you cats I'm allergic
My squad will put on them masks and start purging
Find out where his church is, we crashing the service and snatching up purses
Find what we seek "Sikh" and then leave his head wrapped like a turban
Get it?
Well, that coulda been me if ain't find my passion and purpose
The devil be trying and bitches be lying
And doubters be faking a laugh cuz they nervous
I took all the clowns back to the circus
I'm in that digital dash and I'm swerving
God tested me cuz he had to be certain
Now I gotta get to the bag and it's urgent
Boi

All of them nights I was stressing
I was just learning a lesson
I bet my whole life on this shit
Ooh look at that return on investment
Now a days I'm only rolling a seven
My bitch look like she fell from heaven
My wodies they know what i'm repping
And we 'bout to blow any second
Boi
All of them nights I was stressing
I was just learning a lesson
I bet my whole life on this shit
Ooh look at that return on investment
Now a days I'm only rolling a seven
My bitch look like she fell from heaven
My wodies they know what i'm repping
And we 'bout to blow any second

Yeah
I had to cope with depression
My mama found notes in the dresser
I had a hopeless perception
And I played ball to control my aggression
Everyone has someone
I felt like the only exception
And now I got hoes in my mentions
They send me they titties and show me affection
Ooh

Ya boy heating up like a sauna
He know that I'm lit so he talking that shit
But I could take his bitch if I wanna
I pay all my dues and I stay on the move
If she come to my show, she a goner
My whip is from Jersey, my bitch is in Houston
My zip is straight from California
But back to that verse I was scratching the surface
6 hour flight need a flask full of bourbon,
Somethin' I like I got cash for the purchase
You envy but you can't be mad boy I earned it
Sophisticated I'm rapping in cursive
My girl is a G, keep a Mac in her Burken
I turned this beat into ash boy I burned it
I killed it I'm guilty don't ask for the verdict
Scotty
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