lirik lagu spaceghostpurrp – r.i.p. jitt pt. 1
[intro]
what you know about that sh~t, mane?
sp~ceghostpurrp in this b~tch, n~gga
holdin’ this sh~t down, keeping this sh~t trill, n~gga
what you know about the murder rap game, n~gga?
shootin’ pistols and all that sh~t
pullin’ that motherf~ckin’ trigga, n~gga, straight up, n~gga
that’s how it’s goin’ down, n~gga, straight up
take me back in time to ’95, n~gga, straight up
[verse]
as i roll up my n~ggas
and we comin’ through up in this motherf~cker through the fog
and you already know~
al~al~, that gun, gimme that sh~t make these~, run~run
already know, n~gga, i’m number one, wit’ the toter
i got a f~ckin’ chip on my shoulder
n~ggas f~ckin’ ’round wit’ me, goin’ hard like boulders
the rock, got that motherf~ckin’ rock in my sock
n~gga, sell that sh~t right there on that block
i don’t understand what these n~ggas talkin’ ’bout
sp~ceghostpurrp, my n~gga, have them walkin’ out
wit’ bullet wounds, and bullet [?]
purple weed, n~gga, and yes, i’ll hurt you
n~gga, that’s thе motherf~ckin’ cologne on me
and yo girl likе that, she said she love it
f~ckin’ wit’ sp~ceghostpurrp, i shoot it
i~i don’t give a d~mn, i am stupid
i~i am dumb up in the brain motherf~cker
f~ckin’ around wit’ that sp~ceghost to the purrp i bust ya
lay that busta on the ground, get his pockets
go up in that b~tch, yeah, i won’t stop it
already know in the mall i stay coppin’ that number
that motherf~ckin’ slumber party that i always be talkin’ ’bout
well, n~gga don’t understand what the f~ck i’m talkin’ ’bout
well, i’m talkin’ about your woman, yo woman
that b~tch, she be suckin’ my d~ck
and she like that, that b~tch, and she love it
n~ggas do not see
i am the sp~ceghostpurrp nasa gang og
riding on my skateboard wit’ my d~ck out
tryna flash yo b~tch wit’ my d~ck when it’s out
suck it~suck it, slidin’ in a bucket
suck~suck it, slidin’ in a bucket
suck~suckin’, while i’m slidin’ in a bucket
i’m a young ass boss, so a n~gga said, “f~ck it”
blew twenty~two, pass the ball to me
i’ma score the touchdown, yeah, it’s all me
take it to the f~ckin’ house, creepin’ like a mouse
when i’m tryna hit a l!ck up in yo house
n~gga, in yo spouse, i’m in yo b~tch hole
n~gga tryna duck off ’cause it’s real cold
cold hearted, cold world
that’s a cold hearted ass b~tch, i took yo girl
she cheated on yo ass ’cause yo stroke game wack
all you good for is eatin’ the tw~t, and from the back
but from the back i hit it real good wit’ the d~ck
stick it up in her, b~tch like that sh~t
i made her l!ck, i’m drunk on liq
and my flow is on point like the tip of the pencil
utensil, i motherf~ckin’ maneuver
f~ckin’ around wit’ me, i leave you dead in a sewer
n~gga, just remember
runnin’ through the rap game real fast like silk silver
these n~ggas don’t know just how i flow, so i’ma f~ckin’ show them
n~ggas~n~ggas [?] i don’t know them
hol’ up, my n~gga, let me slow down
movin’~movin’ too fast in the membrane
i leave ’em in the grass, mane
i keep this sh~t trill
you al~you already know, nasa gang, yeah, we keep this sh~t real
[outro]
b~tch
swag, rest in peace jitt, n~gga
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