Scooter - Bigroom Blitz Lyrics
Chapter fiveBigroom blitzInternational b***hIt's, it's the bigroom blitzTurn it upShotta got the plan, manAlways like a Grand SlamBig shot, hole in oneShotalot is on the runCrack of the whip, snap attackBars so tight front to backI reach my fate at the gatesGod says Shotta you was greatWhen I'm shoppingAnd my bad filled with optionsSo don't ask what it costI'm in a Maserati coupeGoin' so fast that I lost 'emAnd my b***h got so much swagThat these bad b*****s on usAh, killin' y'all, powBigroom blitzIt's, it's the bigroom blitzBring the noiseI jack them hoes, direct them hoesTake 'em home and let them hoesGo live out their fantasiesThey're popping pills, I'm rolling weedEven got a couple bad b*****s overseasShotta got the slo-moYou can call it pro flowEvery shot a straight flushShotalot is in a rushBack on the floor, lyrical madnessOn the mic, Jack the cactusReach my fate at the gatesGod says Shotta you was greatShotta got the chicksIt's, it's the bigroom blitzHee-haaYeahNobody's hotter than ShottaThank you
