Beat Box by Spotemgottem & Young M.A. lyrics

Beat Box

Spotemgottem & Young M.A.

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[Intro: Young M.A.]
Fuck it, I'm goin' straight in
Damn E, this shit exclusive (Hey)

[Verse 1: Young M.A.]
So much water on my neck, It's like I'm detoxin
Two drums and two sticks I'm beatboxin' (Grr, Hey)
I wish he would, We gon' treat top him (Pop, pop, pop)
I just blew 150 out the safe, I had to restock it (damn, damn)
Fuck a grammy I got the streets watching (streets watching)
And for my bro I wear that red until I'm dead
I know that he watching (R.i.p)
Left my ex bitch cause she toxic (Goddamn)
Got this new bitch now we toxic, Can't cap, I been toxic (Damn)
Told 'em pussy niggas keep watching (hm, hm)
Always got the .40 on me with the beam and plus I keep options (Grr, Pop)
Ready to get it started (Pop), Vv's on my chest
Now I'm cold hearted (uh), Diamonds go retarded (uh)
Living in big houses from apartments, Bitch I madе it out
My money and my loyalty, Two things I’ll never play about (hm, hm)
My oppositions tryna takе me out (Okay)
And I'm fucked up in the head and they gon' make me bring my brazy out
Fuck what you thought ain't shit to think about (No, no)
A Twenty pack could get him whacked, Turn my head up "Fuck it, lay him out"
We gon' ball regardless, Twenty bottles in my section, Look like alcoholics (Ooouuu)
Free my blooder, Murder gang, I hope you beat them charges (Gang)
I be on that private plane, Champagne when we departed, OG I'm the God
So much body on this bitch can't even park it
I don't never rep my jewelry (Skrr), If I were bitch I bought it (Facs)
That's cause I could afford it (Facs)
I've been fucking up these rap beats so long, It's getting boring now
They like "M.A how you been?" can't even call it
I just handle business, Mind my business, Feet up in my office
Prolly counting racks out, My stacks look like math books
The money turn me on, It's just some' bout "how that cash look"
Bad bitch she need her ass whopped (need her ass whopped)
She a pretty lil dicky, But ay lil mama "how that bag look?"
You look good but if you're broke then, That's a bad look
Turn around, Let me get that last a look (Ooouuu)
Get out of here
Fuck outta here (Hah)
[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 2: SpotEmGottem]
In Miami with my motherfuckin' heat out
With another nigga bitch, said she got her feet out
I walked in the party, I'm on my big goon shit
Ready to get it started, bitch, I got no sense
Oh, he the plug, ridin' 'round with four bricks
Call me Kobe, twenty-four on me
Can't fuck wit' her no more, that lil' bitch, 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' shit like Jackie Chan 'til they got my kicks on
I aim, I hit my target, I'ma up this bitch 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

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Lost Souls by SpotEmGottem lyrics

Lost Souls

SpotEmGottem

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[Intro]
Ayo, Ran, turn that up
R.I.P. Telly
R.I.P. Gang

[Chorus]
At first I was blind to the fame
Baby, I'm not no more
Wasted time, can't go back
So long for them lost souls
So long, so long for them lost souls
Hol' on, hol' on, let me reload

[Verse]
Two in the morning, she hittin' me up, she callin' my phone
I've been on the road, right now, I've been doin' shows
I'ma put four in it, weight, yeah, it on me, that fuck shit, I'on condone it
The way she movin' her body, I'm lovin' her performance
I be off the drugs, sometimes I be feelin' like a zombie
And she got a fetish for money, no, she won't get nothin' from me, haha
But I'm gooped up, fightin' the body for lean and lemonade
I'm lyrical, what you make, I'm lyrical, what they say
I ain't mean to push you away, I'd rather give you some space
I shot back with a .308, they tried to kill me, no way

[Chorus]
At first I was blind to the fame
Baby, I'm not no more
Wasted time, can't go back
So long for them lost souls
So long, so long for them lost souls
Hol' on, hol' on, let me reload
[Outro]
Hol' on, let me reload
I was blind, but not anymore
My wrist can't tell the time 'cause it's so froze
Dropped a bag on him, red denim on all his clothes
Haha

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Flaws by SpotEmGottem lyrics

Flaws

SpotEmGottem

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Intro
Its that project music
Institution
Free yak
Institution
Free yak

Verse 1
When you done lost most of your childhood in institution
They criticising you 'bout what you doing
Hitting licks, road running, you just stick and moving
Mind of a young hustler, jit maneuvering
Back then they wernt fucking with me, saying I wasn't shit
You ain't that and you ain't this
You can't rock and you can't spit
And now ima have me a custom stick, ready to baptise me a bitch
But you know i kept it humble, no i ain't standing down for shit
Started abusing drugs, started losing friends got a nigga sick
Fuck the system, free my niggas, yeah they racist as a bitch
Can't buy that time back though, you can't rewind that though
If we dont make it out the hood, choppa down*, we won't die broke
Finessed the plug and sold him soap, I'll show u how that life shit go
Come take a ride with me lets go on a show, tell you some things that you ain't never know
I almost lost my life, several times, god with me at the door
Ima keep tapping, that's true, 'till I can't squeeze no more
My grandma dying slow, she addicted to coke, that hurt me soul
**I lost ???? ????, durk and uncle mark can't forget ????**
We was running, from them folks, steady ducking, our p.o
We was running, to the loot, he on yo ass then ima shoot
Forgiato on everything, foreign coup, be the fastest
Yeah two bitches menage a trois i told them get romantic
I don't need stylist bitch i got my own fashion
Im my own shooter, so why would i pass it?
Audermuer pass by you laughing
**She say i ???**
**She fucked up ??***
Somewhere with my feet kicked up, ducked down with a mini draco in a mansion
Million dollar nigga I'm still in the trenches
Million dollar nigga I'm still in the trenches
Gang

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Untouched by BabyTron lyrics

Untouched

BabyTron

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[Intro]
Yeah, got a bad bitch with me, she won't step out 'less her
It's a thousand ways to get pape and you don't even know one (No way, Hozay)
Huh, yeah

[Verse]
It's a thousand ways to get pape and you don't even know one
Bad bitch won't step out the crib 'less her toes down
You ask why I pay eighty for it, you should smoke some
Don't even ask about the cup if you ain't pour one
Dee got a [?] Visa, finna road run
Don't ask for a slug if I ain't never hold one
Yo boyfriend a bitch, he the one who do the store run
I ain't used to play, now I'm balling like the coach son
I ain't used to carе, nah, I'm playing, still don't give a fuck
It's ninety-five, still throw thе BAPE on and zip it up
Only 'cause I seen a opp out, I'm finna blick him up
She cheated 'cause you bought a little bag, you ain't trick enough
You are not a killer, can you stop the mean-mugging?
I knew since day one I'd be something
Where the fuck the takeover badge? The whole team hustling
Ain't shit change, twenty shoes off of three punches
​iPhones, gift cards, that's the shit that make me smile
Had to meet 'round for that one shit on [?]
Don't stop on yo dreams, lil' dawg, it might take a while
If they flick me with this ID, I'ma say I'm Kai
When I put you in a body bag, it ain't no posterizing
All it take is a head nod, bet my soldier fire
Bet the engineer head nod 'cause he know it's fire
That Tron jersey gon' be in the rafters when the GOAT retire
Shoot the bag down, Van Dyke, down to Romeo
Just 'cause we had class together, you don't know me, bro
Talking 'bout her head good, shit, can you show me though?
Ain't never put you on no cheese, what are yo homies for?
You better think about it
Yeah, that tough talking all cool, you better be about it
Up a buck on a bitch, shit, I think I'm Giannis
Buck shot to his back, shit, man, I think I got him
But you get beat if we box like I'm SpotEmGottem
Bae said she want a new fit, shit, that's not a problem
You can ride, you can hide, boy, you can't stop them shottas
I be with them sharks, lil' bro and them the top piranhas
Make a thirty ball, put a dub in
All them death threats but I'm untouched
If we [?] and we locked in [?]
All hustle, all leg work, boy, it's fuck love
Piss me off? You gon' have to try to dodge a M-80
Spun her three nights back to back, she did the 1080
Happy that we linked the fourth time 'cause her head crazy
Something like a baker in this bitch, I make bread daily
Fourth quarter, that's when the real players show out
Moncler, Goose, or the Knuckle when it's snow out
Fell in love with fast money, sick you took the slow route
Might've told her "yes" back then but it's "no" now

[Outro]
Huh, yeah, bitch, ayy, ayy (But it's "no" now)
Ayy, ayy (But it's "no" now)
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz, bitch

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