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beat box (remix) - spotemgottem lyrics

[intro: spotemgotem & dababy]
let’s go
d*mn e, this sh*t exclusive
stretch gang
face shots at the face, don’t trip on your lace
mafia
best motherf*ckin’ rapper, n*gga
this baby, n*gga, let’s go

[verse 1: dababy]
ready to get it started, n*gga (go)
whenever you want it
i was the man with the plan since a shawty
pull up to the grammy awards with my .40 (go)
she told me she like how i’m dressin’ and i ain’t eatin’ no salad (uh*huh)
stevie wonder can see that i’m havin’
i told her, “be patient,” she waited
i gave her the d*ck, she walked out doin’ the “‘bеat box’ challenge”
like, yеah, get in there, baby (get in there)
you know me, hit you anywhere, baby (let’s go)
know she gon’ do whatever i say
i could p*ss in a cup, call it lemonade, baby (ooh)
let that b*tch off, i’m a renegade, baby (brr)
i’ma get outta there, i ain’t feelin’ that (huh?)
n*gga run up on me with a cell phone out
he gon’ f*ck around, die on the internet (doo*doo*doo*doo*doo)
f*ck it, k!ll him on ig live
let the whole world see the n*gga die (die)
yeah, shout*out to spotem’, we got ’em (get down)
even though he a rapper, he shot him
i get this big pretty*ass smile from my mama (cheese)
get this motherf*ckin’ voice from my daddy
i learned how to pimp on them hoes from my uncle (pimp, pimp)
let her suck on my toes ’cause i’m nasty (okay)
like f*ck it, she asked me to do it
play with me, i’ma actually shoot you
most of these n*ggas be cap and, we knew it
these n*ggas drop sh*t and we laugh at they music
i know how to murder these n*ggas with kindness
f*ckin’ they b*tch from the back, how i do it
i buy a cuban and fill it with diamonds
send my assistant to pick up some condoms
instagram model at the hotel textin’ me now
want me to give her the johnson
d*mn, that n*gga baby on fire (bah*bah)
and it won’t go out, they know that lil’ n*gga’s a problem
got a big .45 on de*c*ck (go)
usin’ big words like i’m t.i. (turn up)
don’t wanna get me started, n*gga
turn me up, n*ggas gon’ see why
n*gga, you a b*tch, jojo siwa (b*tch)
you let the wrong n*gga get rich
both of these chains on my neck, they compete with each other
they fightin’ and throwin’ a fit
know how these hoes like to argue and beef with each other
she fightin’ now over the d*ck
you should already know you ain’t searchin’ dababy
’cause that n*gga like to come in with the stick
i don’t like to get into the mix (no)
i done got paid in full, my n*gga
i get them hoes like i’m mitch
even got white people all on my d*ck (go)
yeah, second year, six*time grammy*nominated
came through turnt up, everybody hated
before i had my first m, it was billion dollar baby
he bet the house and his self like las vegas (go)
you want this sh*t? gotta earn it
he off the leash, he don’t think he can get murdered
know how to swim, so i f*ck with who f*ckin’ with me
i take a bridge and i burn it
let me see if you can swim, lil’ n*gga
sh*t gettin’ out of hand, i just parked a new benz
hopped in a new benz, lil’ n*gga (let’s go)
and i don’t want new friends
[chrous: spotemgotem]
bur*bur*burn away a carbon beam, knocked your legs off
tried to get away from me, had a standoff
hit ’em in the spine, knock his dreads off
my woadie just caught a body, i nicknamed him randy moss
thuggin’ in my reebok’s, riding with a g*shock
shh* i heard he shot, draco make a beat box
og made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
out of mind, draco make ’em beat box

[verse 2: ak the menace & calboy ]
i’m talkin’ rockout on a opp, huh
runnin’ from the cops, huh
don’t get me hot, huh
got a hunnid shots, huh
playin’ with my top, huh
gon’ get you knocked, huh
like billie jean
you all be cappin’ on my top

hope you got yours i rolled mines
b*tch i’m certified
young wild boy you know the vibes
i was on the block like show your ride (bih)
heard the boy want some problems
play with them dollars we gone load em nine
shawty like why you got to ride with
so many bottles b*tch i pulled a line (oh)
weirdo boy don’t come outside
if i popping out you know somebody dying
i’m working out till i know that she tired

[chrous: spotemgotem]
bur*bur*burn away a carbon beam, knocked your legs off
tried to get away from me, had a standoff
hit ’em in the spine, knock his dreads off
my woadie just caught a body, i nicknamed him randy moss
thuggin’ in my reebok’s, riding with a g*shock
shh* i heard he shot, draco make a beat box
og made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
out of mind, draco make ’em beat box

[verse 3: spotemgotem]
in miami with my motherf*ckin’ heat out
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, riding 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 needed 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, now i got her taking 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 goes on and on
i’m kickin’ sh*t like jackie chan till they got my kicks on
and i’ma hit my target, i’ma up this b*tch regardless
[chrous: spotemgotem]
bur*bur*burn away a carbon beam, knocked your legs off
tried to get away from me, had a standoff
hit ’em in the spine, knock his dreads off
my woadie just caught a body, i nicknamed him randy moss
thuggin’ in my reebok’s, riding with a g*shock
shh* i heard he shot, draco make a beat box
og made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
out of mind, draco make ’em beat box

[verse 4: pooh shiesty]
i’m strapped up wit’ this jug, one in the head, already de*c*cked (it’s de*c*cked)
i pop out when the beef hot, won’t see me creepin’ on your block (nope, nope)
i work the back seat, we went three deep and got ten people shot (blrrrd, blrrrd)
i hit the auto*switch and made it twerk and while he dumped the glock (blrrrd, blrrrd)
got the drop on all his spot, he gettin’ robbed if he go or not
i know the taste and love wock’, he pourin’ up in exotic pop
that booster hitter tried to pull a move and that sh*t got him dropped
blrrrd, blrrrd*blrrrd, you p*ssies know what’s up
turn a n*gga to a pack, we break ’em down and roll ’em up
ain’t sh*t changed but the whip, now it’s a rolls truck when i’m pulling up
and i still ain’t check the time up on my cartier, just hold it up (blrrrd)
don’t come around acting gangster, we call your bluff (blrrrd*blrrrd)
put trust in these firearms, know we dangerous
if you catch me speed up, b*tch, give it up or i’ma buss
we shoot your sh*t up on the e*way, get out the same lane as us
blrrrd, blrrrd*blrrrd (same lane as us), big blrrrd

- spotemgottem lyrics

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