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lirik lagu spydaspruce - over with

chorus~

real smacker when it comes to rap sh~t, i can’t commit
boy don’t tell me why you seen me & ain’t shoot, sound like a b~tch
(?) with that b~tton he like “how you save a switch?”
with my set up b~tch she sold her soul to this spyda sh~t
all the opps be tryna drop the beef they don’t stick to the script
every time them n~gga get them whacked they know who did the skit
now i gotta throw at my mans he been jumping d~ck to d~ck
try to act like we ain’t f~ckin’ over with

verse~

when them n~ggas drops get involved i turn into a trick
blood on his hands he tryna shake it off like taylor swift
i be all on them n~ggas ring tryna gеt a clip
if i up on you and you don’t got yo pole you getting stripped
backеd out the last minute dawg would’ve been a l!ck
ain’t been in the backseat in a minute i’m starting to get that itch
lame n~gga told the hoes he spydak they ain’t convinced
for a n~gga i just robbed he gotta whole lot of lip
play it cool after i eat you ima slime yo ass twice
why the f~ck the opps trading out attempts for they pipes?
you forgot this n~gga robbed you? get the f~ck out of his likes
(?) i got 50 for whoever stab strike
i can tell you if he goin’ boy i’m knowing he the type
caught a opp he got to trippin’ almost fell off of his bike
got a section with a rapper finna walk off with his ice
get to reaching with no hope i bet i take yo f~ckin’ life. (aye)
i can’t go for sh~t, n~gga’s ah’ die
what you mean you ain’t gang? claim your 5
pick his brains up, my n~gga, that sh~t trife’
n~ggas shaking in that strike ain’t got the heart to take a life
i can’t take them n~ggas serious they leader is a dyk~
why the f~ck the hit the crib? we the type to walk outside, ima let that sh~t slide, sike!
i don’t even wanna touch a blunt if we ain’t smoking strike
i told dawg “i got a fully for you, take that n~gga pipe.” (oh my god)
woke up told allah i hope today the feds don’t knock
gave his ass so many shots they should’ve cut him off by now
i can’t lie, i wouldn’t even snitch if pigs could f~ckin’ fly
on my pops i’m throwing everything i catch a skiordie
i can’t have my guns jamming i put b~ttons on my glocks
put a b~tton on my cuz’ too ‘guess we into it now
blew a n~gga down i’m in the groupchat tryna get a ride
treat the feds like my b~tches, all a n~gga do is lie
can’t even sit through lil juan song, this n~gga a capper
a n~gga swing on me i’m popping out with face tats after
my momma asked me what i’m riding with she know ima smacker
my n~gga dame told me to “calm down” i’m only a rapper
chorus~

real smacker when it comes to rap sh~t, i can’t commit. (f~ck rap.)
boy don’t tell me why you seen me & ain’t shoot, sound like a b~tch. (sound like a b~tch.)
(?) with that b~tton he like “how you save a switch?”
with my set up b~tch she sold her soul to this spyda sh~t. (gang)
all the opps be tryna drop the beef they don’t stick to the script. (scared)
every time them n~gga get them whacked they know who did the skit
now i gotta throw at my mans he been jumping d~ck to d~ck. (aw man)
try to act like we ain’t f~ckin’ over with. (b~tch f~ck on.)

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