Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Evidence, artist - SpaceGhostPurrp. Date of issue: 10.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Evidence |
| Feel what I’m talking 'bout |
| Keep up with my mind |
| Keep up with my mind (4x) |
| It’s the mack daddy, mister player, coming through with three |
| Raider player niggas that be putting on my team |
| Slim Jim baby I’m a skinny nigga too |
| Jim is the, lifting cash is the weight too |
| Tunnel after tunnel walking finding destiny |
| I’m a child with the mild, spicy recipe |
| Back in '98 had the gold frame most hated |
| Elementary school to me was a joke |
| Provoked, something to influence by the ring leader |
| Make her run with my back like |
| Derek Jeter |
| Reaper black hoody looking like a fly creeper |
| Mystical bass vibrating like a beeper |
| Off in your ear don’t fear baby here |
| Put your hand in my hand, and get up out of here |
| I’m weird, it ain’t hard to see yeah I know it |
| My mind is hella freak and I ain’t scared to show it |
| politician you would never ever get in |
| Faggot ass Hypebeast will never ever fit in |
| Get it, how you fucking live like a rebel |
| Power over basic minds, you just a pebble |
| Travel, turned up perfect with the bass |
| Listen to the weight it blows right through your face |
| Win, now I shall begin |
| Start a raging storm with the Phonk from within |
| Again and again, this is how we do it |
| Not Montell Jordan |
| , Money Jordan Luther stupid |
| I do this, for my Raider niggas who’ve been through it |
| Fucking with these bitches, stay away from the cutest |
| Who this calling on my phone? |
| Miss Jones |
| A sassy college teacher that I met to bone |
| I’m grown, fuck a friend I’d rather be alone |
| I’m better off having an orgy waking up with shows |
| One last verse and I won’t try to curse |
| Let me maintain my brain fuck it I just got worse |
| I need to be deep just because I am a |
| Walking rapping drugged poisonous |
| I’m like diner when I be all up in her stomach |
| The lyrical disease made you bleed then vomit |
| Atomic bass zooming in like Sonic |
| Up in Seattle, too phonkey like chronic |
| Bang bang bang, pop pop, |
| I’m all about decession and profession, fuck a cop |
| I’m not a fake thug cause they be lollipops |
| still get fucked while they make their cherry pop |
| Stop the bullshit, faking up the Phonk |
| Gorillas in my city, they be stinking in the trunk |
| Drunk, off Hennessy is a |
| Living life to the fullest, you will die before you blink |
| Throw it out the window, no evidence |
| It’s all about knowledge body counting dead presidents (4x) |