Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Spazzin , by - Yung Simmie. Song from the album Shut up and Vibe, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 16.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 3B
Song language: English
Spazzin |
| As I twist up this doobie and do me like its a movie, who he? |
| I be the one you can’t see in the Sun |
| Bitch I move with the drum, like buh-rum-bum-bum-bum |
| It’s the 275, pussy boy, and we deep |
| Ain’t no nigga on this earth who can get like me |
| Who can spit like me |
| Load the clip like me |
| Hella punch lines, niggas wanna fight me |
| The game so dirty, fuckin up my white tee’s |
| Niggas is trippin' so my niggas flippin' |
| Hop in the lac' and we dippin', codeine sippin' |
| Eyes so low nigga fuck a vision |
| Been cookin' dough ducked off in the kitchen |
| She just give me brain she ain’t tryna' have children |
| What the fuck you sayin' pussy nigga I ain’t trippin' |
| Thinkin' bout' the cash while I’m wood grain grippin' |
| Dreads hang low, middle finger to the ceiling |
| I dont even care, I’mma put it in the air |
| Got two blunts, you could call that a pair |
| Got two guns, I ain’t shootin' in the air |
| R.I.P. |
| Big Pun, real nigga right here |
| Got three hoes, I don’t need a reindeer |
| Fuck goin' home, give me brain right here |
| You a fake boy I can see it in your face |
| I pull up to the place |
| Put niggas in they place |
| My finger in your face boy I’m bout' to catch a case |
| I blow your face off make your homie catch a phase |
| I’m with a bad bitch and her ass look fake |
| But I’m laid back and she feeding me grapes |
| Yeah I said that |
| The nigga scared to |
| Run up in your crib got your kids scared too |
| But I’m killin' you cause' your boy dead too |
| Talkin' that mess I’ll come find you |
| I’m all mad, shit |
| Tryna' divide shit |
| Gotta' push weight like I’m tryna' find shit |
| Man I’m too real I dont fuck with nonsense |
| Hatin' niggas talkin but they got nine cents |
| When I’m shootin at ya' whip |
| Bustin' corners, I’mma dip |
| Purple drank, I’mma sip |
| On my lap so I limp |
| I’mma float like a blimp |
| Gold Ape’s like a chimp |
| I’mma eat it like shrimp |
| I’mma watch the blood drip |
| Every boss, sit |
| Choppa in the trunk, wanna see a car trick? |
| Swervin', who car sick? |
| Rollin' that coffin |
| He come on my side, my niggas will off him |
| My word that I boss him |
| His money is mine |
| Tryna' see me, boy you wasting your time |
| Splittin' your wig, call it wasting your mind, nigga |