Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spirit Bomb, artist - Aj Tracey. Date of issue: 04.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Spirit Bomb |
| Ladies and gentlemen |
| It’s time to test the spirit bomb |
| My kicks Louis Vuit |
| Bet you thought I was gonna say Kang |
| Jumped on the mic, flow’s too deep |
| Bet you thought I was gonna say nang |
| Try set pace like I never could beat |
| Bet you thought I was gonna say ran |
| Man got stomped and dashed the next man |
| Man got burst and left with that tan |
| Man can’t ever try chat to a G |
| AJT from MTP |
| Light skin yout from T&T |
| Raised in the south just like FT |
| Raised in the south like Grizzy One Fiddy |
| So I don’t ever stray far from a nizzy |
| If I ain’t in a trap house with a Pyrex |
| Then I’m at a girls yard sucking on titties |
| Drop bombs in a pagan’s bunker |
| In beef I was raised with the hunger |
| Old man tryna talk shit about straps |
| You can be the first one bunned by a younger |
| Take breath and soul with that pumper |
| Give man a donut hole in that jumper |
| Hide food and teeth at that girl’s crib |
| Blue foot baby mum with that bumper |
| Her own yard so it’s bless up |
| Two two yard food then I undress her |
| Got bare white Air Ones in their boxes |
| 'Cause I always gotta stay fresh like Pressure |
| 'Cause I always gotta stay fresh like Deadly |
| Drop bare heat in mugs like Tetley |
| Man get beef and call me bare pepper |
| Call that dish South African medley |
| In the trap with the press (trap trap) |
| Whip and flex (whip 'em) |
| Brick phone in my right hand (brr brr) |
| Pyrex in my left (shh shh) |
| Chef up the bomb ting (chef chef chef) |
| Spirit Bomb (let's go) |
| You niggas on a long ting (long) |
| But I get it gone (trap trap) |
| In the trap with the press (trap trap trap) |
| Whip and flex (whip 'em) |
| Brick phone in my right hand (brr brr) |
| Pyrex in my left (shh shh) |
| Chef up the bomb ting (chef it chef it) |
| Spirit Bomb (bomb bomb) |
| You niggas on a long ting (long niggas) |
| But I get it gone (let's go) |
| If you got work and you ain’t in a gang |
| Then your works gotta go fam (lemme get that) |
| Yeah I’m marga but the strap works |
| Better get with the program (bow!) |
| I got 70 up on the bench |
| Skinny nigga feeling like Konan (ahh) |
| Plus I got skills in the kitchen |
| Whip work looking like Bojan (whip em) |
| Run a boy down in my 110s |
| Run a boy down in my nineties (duss him) |
| I was bad from a young boy primary |
| Running youts down in the 90s (94) |
| Move out the way don’t chill |
| If you see me hop out in my Nikeys (duss) |
| Cab door slide (whoosh) |
| You’ll be running off from my YGs (dip dip dip) |
| Meet cutes talking bout smoke |
| True I patterned up man’s wifey (Let me press that) |
| Couldn’t give a fuck, she was scratching me up |
| I could tell that she liked me (J-Bag) |
| See the big tools get drawn fast |
| Put them on the spot like a high beam (turn on) |
| Snap, Snap, Snap when the cannon goes splash |
| You ain’t posing for IG (Stop posing) |
| Spirit Bomb no two two |
| See man run with smoke it’s like choo choo |
| Thought it was that until you got moved to |
| Yeah I’m the boss and yeah I’m the Mewtwo |
| Bare man screaming «Look it’s that pagan» |
| Hand in the pouch is screaming out «who who?» |
| Man ain’t gonna take it old school like Blue’s Clues |
| Leave man’s face all purple like Fruit Shoot |
| In the trap with the press (trap trap) |
| Whip and flex (whip 'em) |
| Brick phone in my right hand (brr brr) |
| Pyrex in my left (shh shh) |
| Chef up the bomb ting (chef chef chef) |
| Spirit Bomb (let's go) |
| You niggas on a long ting (long) |
| But I get it gone (trap trap) |
| In the trap with the press (trap trap trap) |
| Whip and flex (whip 'em) |
| Brick phone in my right hand (brr brr) |
| Pyrex in my left (shh shh) |
| Chef up the bomb ting (chef it chef it) |
| Spirit Bomb (bomb bomb) |
| You niggas on a long ting (long niggas) |
| But I get it gone |