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lirik lagu beat box 8 – spotemgottem & gutta100

[intro]
let go
(d*mn e, this sh*t exclusive) stretch gang
face shots to the face, don’t trip on yo’ lace
mafia

[verse 1: gutta100]
they wanna see me slip, mm, i gotta keep me a bl!ck
run down, i come off the hip
didn’t think twice, shoot up the clip
i’m in love with the bread, not a b*tch
i’ma trap ’til i’m dead or i’m rich
all that cap, now your dawg in a ditch
i’m the sh*t, dropped a bands on some kicks
i was just locked up eatin’ grits
now i’m ridin’ in a foreign, ducked off behind [?]
i was just down bad on my d*ck
now i pop out with twenty bands like it ain’t sh*t
stop callin’ your girl ’cause she eatin’ my kids
if i robbed you, get it back [?] what it is
my dawg just spun the band, he wan’ spin again
he finna mary*go they block ’til they dead
like a pedophile, i got my c*ck out
boy told me, “stay off the block ’cause the cops out”
on my way to the top, no, i cannot stop now
if the opps outside, you know i’ma pop out
pull up with .40’s and .30’s and tec’s
wherever we catch you, we gon’ leave a mess
drop five on your head and my dawg in your chest
i’m rollin’ your homie, he smokin’ the best
i’m still in the trap and we servin’ that hard
he say that he ’bout it, i’m pullin’ his card
b*tch, you already know i keep a stick
if you run down on me, then you won’t see tomorrow
i keep that b*tch on my lap, i am not rick ross
it is not in the trunk of my car
why would i keep it there? that’s too far
tryna run down, i send shots like a bar
i gave y’all enough time to drop now, it’s over
i mix the [?] with soda
i poured a deuce up in my soda, got me leanin’ over
please don’t trust me, i might sneak ya, yeah, b*tch, i’m a vulture
your girl said she wanna f*ck, i told her come bend over
right pocket got the strap, left pocket bands in it
plug actin’ funny, i ain’t wanna rob, i let my mans hit ’em
that boy the broke plus he a clown, can’t even stand with ’em
if you my dawg and the opps pull up, then i’ma blam with ’em
they say dababy remixed this song the hardest, well like a pamper, boy, i’m on your ass
i remember back in school, i was cuttin’ class just to go and sell me a slab
i had a teacher that thought i was cute and she made sure i passed every time i did bad
yeah, that b*tch bad, but when she take off all her makeup, i don’t even think that she bad
i’m up right now, f*ck next, b*tch, i’m steppin’ on necks
it’s my turn to go flex, told the label they need to cut checks
if we send shots, we hittin’ noggins, p*ssy don’t need no vests
now this sh*t a challenge, in middle school i used to beatbox my chest
[chorus: spotemgottem]
bur— bur— burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
tried to get away from me, had a standoff
hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
my woadie just caught a body, i nicknamed him randy moss
thuggin’ in my reeboks, ridin’ with a g*shock
shh, i heard he shot, draco make ’em beat box
og made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
had a mask on, draco make ’em beat box

[verse 1: spotemgottem]
in miami with my motherf*ckin’ heat out
with another n*gga b*tch, said she got her feet out
i walked in the party, i’m on my big goon sh*t
ready to get it started, b*tch, i got no sense
oh, he the plug, ridin’ ’round with four bricks
call me kobe, twenty*four on me
can’t f*ck wit’ her no more, that lil’ b*tch, she do the most
i get my groove on every time i see them folks
i got the antidote, i’m thinking that’s something you need to know
i’m smooth and i’m cold, she know my wrist on froze
skinny jeans on with a big bankroll
she playin’ my song, i got her takin’ off her thong
i’m tryna get it on, she feeling all over my peter bone
two rights don’t make a wrong, it just go on and on
i’m kickin’ sh*t like jackie chan ’til they got my kicks on
i aim, i hit my target, i’ma up this b*tch regardless
[chorus: spotemgottem]
bur— bur— burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
tried to get away from me, had a standoff
hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
my woadie just caught a body, i nicknamed him randy moss
th— th— thuggin’ in my reeboks, riding with a g*shock
shh, i heard he shot, draco make ’em beat box
og made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
had a mask on, draco make ’em beat box

- spotemgottem gutta100

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