Lex Luger - Scholar lyrics

[Verse 1] I could sprinkle you with game, but you just too f**in' lame I can put you up on something, but you still wouldn't learn nothing You know the game ain't to be sold man, and not for you lames mane I spent half of my life n***a sellin' crack c**aine 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 c**aine 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**h 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***as, but I'm good with b**hes Man Gucci Mane, so superstitious Rag to riches, no pot to piss 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**h, drag a b**h, so bad I need a damn collar Pimp n***a, ain't turnin' sh** 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**h, drag a b**h so bad I need a damn collar Pimp n***a, I ain't turnin' down sh** 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**h so bad I need a god damn dog collar Pull up in three Phantoms like I'm Creflo damn Dollar And if your b**h 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**h cuz your boy got her Said she want some dick, 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** n***as hold me I'm a young n***a 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***a and don't give a damn about them police [Hook] Dog a b**h, drag a b**h, so bad I need a damn collar Pimp n***a, ain't turnin' sh** 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**h, drag a b**h so bad I need a damn collar Pimp n***a, I ain't turnin' down sh** 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