Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spittin Facts, artist - Jackboy. Date of issue: 18.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Spittin Facts |
| I love my brah and them |
| I hope they love me back |
| You play with one of them |
| Lil' bitch you getting whacked |
| Spin a nigga block |
| Knock that shit right off the map |
| Go ask his partner and them |
| They know I’m spitting facts |
| It’s not hard for you to see I’m from the jungle |
| All these scars you can tell I had to rumble |
| Ain’t ask for shit I had to get it off the muscle |
| Niggas be on your team |
| But hoping that you fumble |
| My soul crying now like |
| How the hell did y’all break? |
| I let our flip push on |
| But we can’t ever be straight |
| Fuck Michael and David Lane |
| They both chose to throw in their case |
| Twin rats, yeah |
| You niggas identical snakes |
| You catch yourself dead |
| You snake ass rat, yeah |
| I saw what you said |
| On black and white lead |
| Aye Eugene you scared |
| On PC for a fair |
| Thought boy ass was gorilla |
| How the fuck he get in there |
| You niggas pussy probably in there |
| Washing a niggas underwear |
| And Vari and T-Bird ain’t forget about y’all |
| Y’all ain’t trill |
| Don’t get mad when you hear this song |
| 'Cause none of you niggas kept it real |
| None of them niggas kept it real |
| So fuck how them niggas feel |
| Even if my blood brother would of talked |
| I would spit these same lyrics |
| I see a real nigga, tell me what you see when you in the mirror? |
| Like Kodak said we done got wiser |
| But we ain’t drinking beer |
| Nah bitch my vision clear |
| So don’t come over here |
| I love my brah and them |
| I hope they love me back |
| You play with one of them |
| Lil' bitch you getting whacked |
| Spin a nigga block |
| Knock that shit right off the map |
| Go ask his partner and them |
| They know I’m spitting facts |
| It’s not hard for you to see I’m from the jungle |
| All these scars you can tell I had to rumble |
| Ain’t ask for shit I had to get it off the muscle |
| Niggas be on your team |
| But hoping that you fumble |
| Lil' DJ my hitter for him I go and kill |
| She say, «Jack so dramatic» |
| Nah bitch that’s how I feel |
| Catch me and T-tat in traffic |
| Stop the car pop her guy, firm magic |
| Wood hung now we all got cabbage |
| 'Fore I was 21 I done went to prison two times, savage |
| Convicted felon with a ratchet |
| I (was) four whens I seen him blast it |
| Need disappear, black magic |
| Germ whipped out the stick and hit him nasty |
| Cleaned whole block up we classy |
| Kodak blessed and flashed it |
| Came to whack your daddy |
| Came to kiss your body |
| But you can’t kill me I’m a zombie |
| Have the stick when we walk through the lobby |
| Got a stick I can’t lie I feel Godly |
| Feel like nobody can hold me |
| I’m going gun you and your army |
| Glock got a dick that’s always horny |
| But don’t got to do shit they do it for me |
| I fuck with Bam |
| I fuck with Young Money |
| Fuck with Darnell |
| Fuck with Jay |
| Gave them boy' a foreign alien |
| Free Cray Coo |
| Grass on green on the other side |
| Right now shit be muddy |
| Free Coop too, he’ll be home in two |
| Jack got the loot and held down the crew |
| Jack bought a coupe and scooped up your boo |
| Kissed her in my Jimmy-Choos |
| I love my brah and them |
| I hope they love me back |
| You play with one of them |
| Lil' bitch you getting whacked |
| Spin a nigga block |
| Knock that shit right off the map |
| Go ask his partner and them |
| They know I’m spitting facts |
| It’s not hard for you to see I’m from the jungle |
| All these scars you can tell I had to rumble |
| Ain’t ask for shit I had to get it off the muscle |
| Niggas be on your team |
| But hoping that you fumble |