The Mall Lyrics & Tabs by Lil' Scrappy feat. Stay Fresh
The Mall
guitar chords lyrics
Jon on my clothes, put on my ring
Hard in the coop, hey bitch Im doing my things
Swoop off my girl then we swoop off her friend
Got us some breakfast then hit the mall around 10
Hey that swoop, swoop, Im gone to the mall
Hey that swoop, swoop, Im gone to the mall
I get what I deserve, she get what she want
And nigga thats my world, Im goin to the mall
Bitch Im goin to the mall, bitch Im goin to the mall
Bitch Im goin to the mall, bitch Im goin to the mall
Its that Gucci or that Louie or the bellies
Blowing on that kush that I just got from callie
Bitch Im goin to the mall, bitch Im goin to the mall
Bitch Im goin to the mall, bitch Im goin to the mall
Yeah Im goin to the mall, yeah Im chilling with my bitch
Bitch Im goin to the mall, bitch Im goin to the mall
Bitch Im goin to the mall, bitch Im goin to the mall
Yeah Im goin to the mall, yeah Im chilling with my bitch
And you know we straight flexin
Keep popping bottles in my vip section
I woke up on some rich shit
Pockets full of benjes,
Your bitch rock pretenders
My bitch she rock lorenzos
You stunt we stunting ridiculous
Yeah I work out, call it shop lifting
Blowing on the set, man I tear it down this sec
Yeah I got a car but Im walking out with stash
She can have this and she can have that
She say she want the new high heels off the back
Gucci bags and Louie tags, man I got a bigger swag
Walking round with all the cash, these hoes gonna make a nigga mad
shop till I cant shop no moer
I hop about the benz and then I shop them all
Bitch Im goin to the mall, bitch Im goin to the mall
Its that Gucci or that Louie or the bellies
Blowing on that kush that I just got from callie
Bitch Im goin to the mall, bitch Im goin to the mall
Bitch Im goin to the mall, bitch Im goin to the mall
Yeah Im goin to the mall, yeah Im chilling with my bitch
And you know we straight flexin
Keep popping bottles in my vip section
Suprin going pass Phelps, Jay Z benz, its a god damn looks
Michael night dream make a girl take trips
Stupid photogenic when she hop about the whip
Its Louie Gucci sace, the didas and the truey
Hugh blow of the rollie, Im getting it in doogie
Michael Core and all the girls with it
Special if you have bread, you can get it
Its red bottoms, but isnt hers
Im a lost from word, the way she flossing them curves
She rocking the bag, your bitch walking the purp
Ima trip for a curve, man scrappy got some nerve
Bitch Im goin to the mall, bitch Im goin to the mall
Bitch Im goin to the mall, bitch Im goin to the mall
Its that Gucci or that Louie or the bellies
Blowing on that kush that I just got from callie
Bitch Im goin to the mall, bitch Im goin to the mall
Bitch Im goin to the mall, bitch Im goin to the mall
Yeah Im goin to the mall, yeah Im chilling with my bitch
And you know we straight flexin
Keep popping bottles in my vip section.
