Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spookfest, artist - Footsie.
Date of issue: 30.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Spookfest |
Random ones |
Start spraying off bars, random ones |
If you listen up close, inna my lyrics, you’ll hear pars like random ones |
(random) |
Nah, we can’t work in tandem ones (tandem) |
Kidnap the game on a ransom one |
Come to your yard, ransom ones |
Slap man at his door, spank some ones |
Ugly, this ain’t handsome, son |
Everyting’s loaded, you’ll get folded (I'm loaded) |
Don’t act up, I’ll hand you son |
Or I can do it old school and land you one (bang) |
Before you’ve blinked I’ve banged you one |
A good nights sleep I’ll hand you one |
That pussy’ole said that he don’t like me (so) |
Don’t watch that, I can’t stand you son |
I’m sick |
I used to be on foot on the strip |
But that’s not the lick so man copped a whip |
Part cash and part plastic |
Now feds wanna search my shit (what) |
Like 99 problems bitch |
But that’s not the lick so I give them lip (truss) |
You can’t take Jme for a prick |
I’m hustling like Tip and Chip |
I used to move bits in the bits |
But that’s not the lick so I fixed up quick (sick) |
Now I pick up the mic and spit |
I make capital Gs like Eric Schmidt (what) |
I will never lyrically slip |
Cause that’s not the lick |
Man are making hits |
The day I die is the day I quit (safe) |
I’m lighting them up and I’m bunning them out |
Rolling them up and I’m bunning them down to the roach |
School his whole team just like a coach |
Been around the world I’ve been coast to coast |
And yeah I’m on this more than most |
Lick a man down and propose a toast |
I’ve got the styles and p’s, I’m a ghost |
Then, then, then |
I come back with a banger that’s nanger |
Man are gonna get left on a hanger |
He’s gonna get left on the line (to dry) |
I’ve been drying him out |
Just like weed I’ve been drying him out |
And his girl, I’ve been eyeing her out |
Like a new flavour, I’ll be trying her out |
When I put her in the grind and grind her out |
Man wanna hate me |
Cause I do it bigger than big, I do it big, I do it B.I.G |
Girls wanna rate me and wanna date me |
See my video on MTV |
Going on shady, going in lately |
Boy Better Know til I D.I.E |
Man, try violate me |
Man will get duppied like violently |
I don’t wanna hear no more talk |
Man are eating great, no knife and fork |
But the grime |
I don’t know what they thought |
Them man are popstar like champagne cork |
I will pop stars just like champagne cork |
Body outlined in chalk |
Hand on the Bible, lie in court |
No talk to the pigs |
No bacon talk |
My career’s got so many bidders |
Cause I cut more paper than a pair of scissors |
How you gonna come against a team full of winners |
With a flow that’s way more amateur, they’re beginners |
I never use the «n word», but you know what, today I really ain’t fucking |
around with these niggas |
Olympics is over but I would still bang |
And watch them go dive like synchronised swimmers |
This kid’s sick |
What’s in his hand would lift your car in the air like machines in Kwik-Fit |
I keep telling them mind your bloody mouth |
Or a bloody mouth will make you look like you wear lipstick |
My punchlines hit like a plastic surgeon |
No botox, still leave you with big lips |
I’m artistic |
With bars I can spoil your whole life and let you relate to a rich kid |
Man wanna run off your mouth online |
Arm lock man, make a big man cry |
Run up in the yard, 3D man’s wife |
DDT man’s child |
Spit so deep that I’m bringing up bile |
Ain’t gave a man a dead leg in a while |
When I’m gone it’s a ting |
Man better jet off |
Before man let off |
Hop out the whip, burst man’s head off |
Rise up the ting like a wheelie |
Before that, they were talking greazy |
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Stevie |
Eyes closed when you see me |
I go Blunkett |
Blind on the beat, I go Blunkett |
Blind on the beat, I go Blunkett |
Sleeeeeeeeew Demmmmmmm |