Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yung Spike Lee , by - Darnell WilliamsRelease date: 30.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Yung Spike Lee |
| What’s a critic to a nigga like me? |
| What’s a critic to a nigga like me? |
| What’s a critic to a nigga like me? |
| Shoot a fuckin' flick, bitch, I’m young Spike Lee |
| It’s the feelin' of feelin' so fuckin' sick of the feelin' |
| The doctor’s writin' prescriptions because my mental work different |
| They think I’m stupid and timid, I say tormented and gifted |
| I put that weight on my shoulders, most of you hoes couldn’t lift it |
| Where is my bitch and some Swishers? |
| Them two be liftin' my spirits |
| My mama told me the truth, I was just too high to hear it |
| F-failure too broke to fear it, Satan been chokin' my spirit |
| I pray to God when they shootin', I know it’s loud, hope he hear it |
| I’m in the 40s with Crips (what up), on MLK |
| Nah, I ain’t bangin' but I live that shit like every day |
| I’m that nigga with the frames and the Michigan plates |
| The one these hoes wanna fuck but this dick ain’t free |
| Bitch, I’m an MVP from the west of the D |
| Nah, fuck the sugar coatin', bitch, I’m the best of the D |
| Got a problem, Insta-, Tweet, DM a message to me |
| I reply every time, aye, nigga fuck what you think, LOL |
| What’s a critic to a nigga like me? |
| Pull your wifey in a fuckin' white tee |
| Turn the lights out then I «Do the Right Thing» |
| Shoot a fuckin' flick, bitch, I’m young Spike Lee |
| Bitch, I’m young Spike Lee, bitch, I’m young Spike Lee |
| Bitch, I’m young Spike Lee and my dead stop threes |
| Turn the lights out then I «Do the Right Thing» |
| Shoot a fuckin' flick, bitch, I’m young Spike Lee |
| Ayy, now get the fuck out your feelings |
| I give your main chick the business |
| Make a movie like Spike, I play the roll as a villain |
| I’m not robbin' or dealin', I got my mind on a million |
| I ain’t worried 'bout the hustle, got my own way to get it |
| Just landed in L.A., Darnell scooped me in the 6 |
| Ask him, «Who whip is this?» |
| He said, «It's District; |
| Virginia» |
| Like man, she gave me some chips and now he pourin' up zips |
| I been outta the country, yeah, just spendin' some currency |
| Well I been out in Hollywood, gettin' paid to direct |
| Smack the shit out a nigga who won’t be quiet on set |
| Ain’t no smiles in my town, bitch, I’m as nice as it get |
| He trade the «Summer of Sam», he kill whoever you with |
| I wish I could give a fuck but that shit don’t pay the rent |
| Don’t really care for you niggas, like the U.S. government |
| And you know, you goin' broke 'cause you lack common sense |
| Want 40 acres, keep the mule, I need girl number 6, shit |
| What’s a critic to a nigga like me? |
| Pull your wifey in a fuckin' white tee |
| Turn the lights out then I do the right thing |
| Shoot a fuckin' flick, bitch, I’m young Spike Lee |
| Bitch, I’m young Spike Lee, bitch, I’m young Spike Lee |
| Bitch, I’m young Spike Lee and my dead stop threes |
| Turn the lights out then I do the right thing |
| Shoot a fuckin' flick, bitch, I’m young Spike Lee |