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spodee - here i go (feat. t.i., mystikal, young dro, shad da god) lyrics

[verse 1]
n-ggas try me, catch fifty first
choppa so big n-gga hit reverse
i’mma draw down on you and your partner so perfect
you gon’ think this sh-t rehe-rs-d
i can spit the verse but can’t handle the repercussions
ak clips and russians
blood is rushing, cold–ss swiss accounts
so you know the coats is tuscan
lady ramkin – n-gga, i’m a bear
backwoods, weed, n-gga, put it in the air
black mead cover up the living room chair
chinchillas cover up my b-tches over there
westside, i can make a k!lling over there
eastside, i can’t pimp without slim
spodee on deck, can’t k!ll it without him
three crazy, front pocket on dip – blow!

[hook]
i was kickin’ my sh-t, just cooling, ’bout to smoke another o
kickin’ my feet up, y’all n-ggas cheaters, probably rollin’ with your hoe
now all these folks got somethin’ to say
about where i be and where i go
i heard n-ggas was lookin’ for me, p-ssy n-gga, here i go
here i go…
here i go… (p-ssy n-gga, here i go…)
here i go…
here i go…

[verse 2]
probably with your b-tch – big b-tt, can’t fit up in the six
a hundred whole bucks’ll get you two purple zips
a hundred whole bands made the ap glitch
she don’t wanna f-ck me, she wanna f-ck my wrist
tell her like young dro: “f-ck that b-tch” (i said f-ck that b-tch)
bought a 357, went back to the neighbourhood, bought that b-tch

[verse 3: t.i.]
you n-ggas better go on with the buster sh-t
i send 50 then empty out another clip
i’m westside ridin’ my hooptie still
on the phone seeing where my little cousin is
(i’m on the southside right now)
(it ain’t nothin’ in the whip but some dope and some tools)
and n-gga we so deep, so don’t even
if it ain’t on me, i’m strapped like a fool, biotch!
(i know a n-gga that cut work, b-tch)
(ride with bricks like it’s no risk)
(buddy, yay cost two bands)
i’m so ma’f-ckin’ focussed
but these n-ggas said they g?
they some p-ssies to me
ten years in the game, still ain’t richer than me
you don’t like what i’m saying?
hail marys in your face right now
yeah, n-gga, you’ve got love for me

[hook]

[verse 4]
i’m made for this – steak and lobster, my table’s dish
been kickin’ this flavour sh-t
no lacoste but this ‘gator, b-tch (watch out, b-tch)
dro is my brother from another mother, we made the clique
me and slim from decatur, trick
f-ck with us, get your tater split
i spit rhymes like i’m 6’9 and my cadences
leave pr-cks tryna depict lines
clique tryna portray this sh-t (b-tch)
b-tch i’m big time, don’t play with this
i’ve got six 9s, when i clip mine
your whole clique dying, arcadians (yeah…)
keep it 300, n-gga
i you want the hoe, you’d better come and get her
it’s a pimp in here, i ain’t no baby sitter
i’ve got 30 shoes with ‘gator in ‘em (checks)
p-ssy–ss n-ggas so lame, go all bare for the limelight (limelight)
f-ck what you heard, that chopper’ll get a ma’f-cka’s mind right

[hook]

[verse 4: mystikal]
they be swinging on a trapper like a lumberjack
i’m doper than a drum full of crack
i get it popping light a lightning bolt
yeah, motherf-cker, i got my thunder back
my looks made your sister wanna ride the d-ck
my beats made your brother wanna bow to rap
my smoke strong, made your daddy wanna roll a blunt
your mama holler: “ain’t n0body got time for that!”
turn from a human to a wolf on the song
b-tch i rip these shows, you can ask these hoes
they be standin’ in the front screaming: “we want more!”
i was at it for an hour
she couldn’t catch her breath, but she still want more
after the show, i handle my motherf-ckin’ business
need i say more?
t.i. sent me a song and said: “og, merk that b-tch!”
he said it real familiar, and it was real familiar
so i lit up and hurt that b-tch
give a f-ck? never, sir
don’t give a sh-t, suck my d-ck
give a d-mn, here i am – you lookin’ for me, b-tch?!

[hook]

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