SpotEmGottem - Beat Box 17 lyrics

Published

0 343 0

SpotEmGottem - Beat Box 17 lyrics

(Verse 1) {DDG} Hit him in his spot one more time for that sweet talk Give a ni**a some time he was selling all that ree raw Get him hit, heat drop Hood melody, freak talk Twitter y'all post and delete My b*tch can not get over me I be in that pussy deep I'm a ni**a you should keep Don't be asking who is me Before i fu*k you google me Then comments don't be moving me fu*k is they gon' do to me You do for me i do for you You cool with me im cool with you My momma said they using you Drop 'em in keep doing you I'm number 1 they number 2 My bank account gon' humble you Took a perc it ain't work so i took two and felt like dirt That pill make me want to flirt Fly a bad b*tch to the turks fu*k her once and give her merch Block a b*tch i bet she lurk Hit it quit it leave her hurt Sometimes i feel like a jerk She did me wrong i did her worse Fix it with a louis purse Throw the lambo in reverse We gon' throw the lambo in reverse Throw that ass and make it twerk We ran her but i hit em' first All them b*tches on the shade room wanna fu*k me Only if she lucky, i like su*ky su*ky They say she a hoe ion know but she love me She came from kentucky I like how she fu*k me I like how these album sales got em talkng b*tch I made Million off of Moonwalkin In Calabasas Never Bragging I just hit this ghetto b*tch she hella ratchet I just bought this Glock brand new it ain't got no attachments That b*tch going off I be in the club with hella chains i'm showing off b*tch i'm in my vibes and them comments tryna throw it off Put a b*tch on and she dipped that b*tch throw the sauce Hit him in his spot one more time for that sweet talk Give a ni**a some time he was selling all that ree raw Get him hit, heat drop Hood melody, freak talk {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 motherfu*kin' heat out With another ni**a 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 fu*k 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