Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Spoonz , by - Westside Gunn. Release date: 26.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Spoonz |
| Conductor, we have a pr- |
| Uh |
| Now I have news about my CD player |
| Conductor |
| All praises, Allah saved us (Hah) |
| Used to send the lil' homie to the store to get us more razors (Get two |
| sandwich bags) |
| Now I see my name written in Forbes pages (Uh-huh) |
| Don’t think 'cause the boy famous, I ain’t more dangerous (Woo) |
| More flagrant (Ah), tap danced on the work, Sammy Davis |
| My nigga had twenty, walk the shit down |
| Only thing he had was Allah and patience |
| Gallery Department, leave his own paint on the laces (Yeah) |
| Might push the Corniche, velour seats (Uh-huh) |
| Got it out the mud, still in the field, Dior cleats |
| Pop gon' hide the body, they won’t find you for four weeks (Boom boom boom) |
| Listen to they album, that shit all weak, we pour Cliq' (Hah) |
| Ayo, Wrestlemania ten years straight, floor seats |
| Porsche, Jeeps (Skrrt), MACs hangin' out, his brains blew four feet |
| I dry real niggas tears 'cause I seen that |
| The rest of Sly life he gotta use CorrLinks (Ah) |
| Uh, I know these pussy niggas mad I made it |
| Lost two hundred racks, I took the PJ back to Vegas (Hahahaha) |
| Million dollar deals, I been becomin' more acclimated (Uh-huh) |
| Her pussy good, ain’t had no smell, I had to ate it (Come here, bitch) |
| I had a brick, he needed nine, I had to break it (Conductor) |
| Two-tone bags, back to back, Ksubis faded |
| The ones truly, shoot up your house, hit you with (Brr, brr, brr) |
| He sniffed a line and got rejuvenated |
| Uh, Machine, bitch, I spit on one of your kids (Hah) |
| My dog locked, I wish I could split up one of his bids (Free the homie) |
| You take ten, I take ten, it is what it is (I'll do ten) |
| We gon' come come home together and do it big (We comin' home) |
| Ayo, bullets felt like bear hugs, two in his ribs (Boom boom boom boom boom |
| boom, ah) |
| Feds raided, didn’t find shit, two in the fridge (Ah) |
| Shot your block up, the whole street know what I did (Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr) |
| Momma Love came out screamin' out, «My baby» (Not my baby) |