Lyrics Scooter – Bigroom Blitz

Chapter five

Bigroom blitz

International bitch

It’s, it’s the bigroom blitz

Turn it up

Shotta got the plan, man
Always like a Grand Slam
Big shot, hole in one
Shotalot is on the run
Crack of the whip, snap attack
Bars so tight front to back
I reach my fate at the gates
God says Shotta you was great

When I’m shopping
And my bad filled with options
So don’t ask what it cost
I’m in a Maserati coupe
Goin’ so fast that I lost ’em
And my bitch got so much swag
That these bad bitches on us
Ah, killin’ y’all, pow

Bigroom blitz

It’s, it’s the bigroom blitz

Bring the noise

I jack them hoes, direct them hoes
Take ’em home and let them hoes
Go live out their fantasies
They’re popping pills, I’m rolling weed
Even got a couple bad bitches overseas

Shotta got the slo-mo

Shotta got the chicks
It’s, it’s the bigroom blitz

Hee-haa

Yeah

Nobody’s hotter than Shotta

Thank you