Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song SPRITE , by - Masked Man. Release date: 14.05.2020
Song language: English
SPRITE |
| Bitch i’m fried, we can get it poppin' if you really wanna try |
| I see through the smoke inside the scope and hit his eye |
| I just mixed a jigga with a tab I’m finna fly |
| Straight drop in the Fanta, I don’t mix it with the Sprite |
| Why you chasin' north stars in that North Face? |
| Stop claiming you a nomad, this a strange place |
| Get your body boxed up, laying underneath snakes |
| Got the sand drippin' toxins, let it lay waste from the waist up |
| Baby, I’ve been fiendin' off the venom from some pay stubs |
| Tell this lil' man «drop dead», get his wrist cut |
| Seraph on the hilltop blessin' up the village — |
| Hopin' I can’t get their bodies fucking X’d up |
| I’m bigger in real life I promise, chop a head in a gauntlet |
| I ain’t scared of a person |
| I fight like a boxer when i be dodging in Cursive, the demons surface |
| Is you ready to curve it? |
| cos I’m ready to worsen |
| I’m holding onto grudges like my name is Ju-On |
| My homies want you gone |
| Follow you for days til they cut you like groupon |
| Shit is you screwed on? |
| cos I wanna do wrong — we wanna do wrong, uh |
| We can get it poppin' if you really wanna try |
| I see through the smoke inside the scope and hit his eye |
| I just mixed a jigga with a tab I’m finna fly |
| Straight drop in the Fanta, I don’t mix it with the Sprite |
| Wockstar, Kaws, Murakami on me |
| Nothing from the mall on my body, not me |
| Rockstar jeans mixin' with the fall 'preme |
| Converse beat, I been stompin' in these |
| Big bitch on my hip, I am not about to fight |
| Bad bitch on my dick, beat the kitty, hit the lights |
| Cannon buster, I can’t die, Imma win the gunfight |
| Big chop wit a blade, he get slain on sight |
| We can get it poppin' if you really wanna try |
| I see through the smoke inside the scope and hit his eye |
| I just mixed a jigga with a tab I’m finna fly |
| Straight drop in the Fanta, I don’t mix it with the Sprite |
| Hey, what’s up with this shit? |
| I’ll put a bullet where your mouth is |
| Silver tip hitting when you talking all that bullshit |
| We the cool kids, we said fuck school, skip class |
| Don’t go, stay at home and do drugs |
| Here it’s all love, we got a family, heavenly |
| Making money like we run a few companies |
| Come around and you’ll get booted by the faculty |
| I fuck the secretary when you on the phone with me |
| So repeat after me, I got a few words — |
| You gotta follow if you ever wanna be heard |
| CANCEL be the cult for the kid with the beat up kicks |
| On the streets past 3 with his friends (yep!) |