Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tarantula , by - Ghetts. Song from the album Momentum 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Believe
Song language: English
Tarantula |
| Creep on the riddim like a spider |
| See, this one’s called Tarantula |
| I feel sorry for the next generation of blacks |
| RIP Mandela |
| It’s a mad world, black boy dissin' black girls |
| Takin' a black pill but he couldn’t handle her |
| What a fuckboy, pengers alert though |
| Up goes my antenna |
| Look at the bloodclart back off |
| You ever seen a man take a step back |
| In amazement and take his bloodclart hat off? |
| I Bobby Shmurda a new era come |
| Like it grew legs and it bloodclart ran off |
| Everyone shower till I bloodbath man off |
| I never forget shit, I’m half-man, half-mammoth |
| I’m talking, boy, you can’t cut hard man off |
| Listen up, man are liquored up |
| Magnum inna ma system, let me ring a slut |
| I am inna the position where I live it up |
| I’m only going back in prison as a visitor |
| Still I might ride out, giddy up |
| By now, I should at least be a milli up |
| Everybody be rappin' about trappin' |
| I’mma find out how much food they’re really pickin' up |
| I know a man that might type in a website |
| Just to see which one of you rappers are shining |
| Soulja Boy’s ex got kidnapped |
| That’s code talk for her grabbing a diamond |
| They be studying the whole music scene |
| And rappin the man up just look at Simon |
| Alright, my bruddas, pass with flying colours |
| It’s your fault, look at what you’re advertising |
| Tools and watches |
| The topic of the neighbourhood gossip |
| Heard he had a chain, then a hater took it off him |
| Heard he had a watch, like a hater wouldn’t watch him |
| Who you watching, me? |
| you do a Coffin |
| When it comes to guns, I know man that have flew a lot in (ke-ke-ke-ke) |
| What’s good? |
| Heard you were shotting, where the food at? |
| Is it peng, fam? |
| Let me review that |
| Sounds like me and my crew are plotting |
| Hand on my heart, I wouldn’t do that |
| Two twos, me and my crew are shopping |
| Don’t hate, man a the darg, give me the loot, fam |
| I don’t wanna stab man, I don’t wanna shoot man |
| I don’t wanna do any of the above to you, fam |
| But, yeah, there’s a but |
| Man are hungry and you ain’t hearing me, blood |
| Stop that, start that, get that gwop |
| Cock back, blast that, get that gwop |
| What’s that? |
| Our gang, rep that block |
| Hot pan, Tarzan, check that pop |
| Old school, new school, man’ve been around |
| Me, I’m out here, never in my house |
| Who you was, I’m that nigga now |
| Where’s your girlfriend? |
| Better ring her now |
| Your Mrs |
| Is just another one of my bitches |
| Face it, we in the matrix |
| She the pussycat causing all the glitches |
| I’m lettin it all up inna your business |
| One man’s trash is another man’s treasure |
| One man’s car is another man’s whore |
| One man’s wife is another man’s mistress, what is this? |