Doctor Scott - Tempura (feat. Triple B)

Fuck a alibi
Fuck a alibi, she already know I'm lying
I'm still lying if she sitting there fucking crying
I crunch down on these hoes like they Tempura
I got these snakes on my back, Jesse Ventura
I tell her, baby that's a hammer, be cool where you grabbin'
She keep on asking how I shoot it if it's made of plastic
Put the weed out roll another one cuz I'm an addict
She don't smoke but do you smell this shit all in her fabric?
She jumped out ghetto twerking like the bitch's duty
I jumped out pouring Hennessee on the bitch's booty
She got her hand out, expecting something from me
I hand that bitch a eulogy, it's dead up on the money
Something like that

I crunch down on these hoes like they Tempura
I crunch down on these hoes like they Tempura
I got these snakes on my back, Jesse Ventura
I crunch down on these hoes like they Tempura
I crunch down on these hoes like they Tempura
I crunch down on these hoes like they Tempura
I crunch down on these hoes like they Tempura
I crunch

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My name Scott Winter, still I'm very colder
My plug got more base ["bass"] than a young Terry Boulder (brother)
Pilled up on the couch, Test Martin (Andrew)
Pimp my bunkmate out for a fresh carton
Ain't talking LPs when I say release date
Banging a broad looking like Big Cutie Cheesecake
Fuck these rappers that need seventy takes
I got the baby oil slapping ebony cakes
And I don't give a fuck about the model or make
But if you're still paying on the shit, Fucker you're fake

I crunch down on these hoes like they Tempura
I crunch down on these hoes like they Tempura
I got these snakes on my back, Jesse Ventura
I crunch down on these hoes like they Tempura
I crunch down on these hoes like they Tempura
I crunch down on these hoes like they Tempura
I crunch down on these hoes like they Tempura
I crunch

How that shit sound?
That's one right there

Written by:
James Bobo, Scott Winter

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