spaceghostpurrp – r.i.p. jitt pt. 1 lyrics
[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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