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spodee - um hmm lyrics

[chorus: spodee]
i come from the gutters from the town, um hmm
from where you can’t come around, um hmm
trap right, it’s going down, um hmm
say it with me, um hmm
one more time, um hmm
i smoke the strongest reefer i could find, um hmm
if she f-ck me, she goin be fine, um hmm
i’m michael jackson of our time, um hmm

[verse 1: spodee]
i got a gold floor in atl, get so much sh-t, i told my acl
go the other way if i see twelve
havin grams of my daily l
people feelin me, like they read braille
she like me, cause i keep it real
i’m like jordan, when i play on the field
all about my green, cause the folks that hated me, wanna see me fail
sick when i spit, so i sip activis to make me well

[verse 2: t.i.]
bankrolls on deck, we get a bunch of bread
play with me, he ask me, will i bust his head
you know it ain’t no guns in my mercedes, right
my ak say, you know not to play me, right
at all times, keep some b-tches in my company
got them all goin at it till the sun rise, n-gg-
cash money stacks, and a bunch of weed
got a lot of it, none for free
got the cleanest jewelry, and the cleanest whip
fully automatic, with the extended clip
you know we still surve work, it ain’t hard to flip
who the f-ck you know as hard as tip
you know i been goin at it for a minute
ridin through atlanta in a bentley
hustle gang, winnin till we finished
and we bang green, everybody get it
hey, don’t you know me
don’t you know that i do, homie
i’m comin through, blowin weed, got 2 on me
murder charge won’t stick, no gloo on me

[verse 3: yo gotti]
you said you goin save me, imma save myself
big lv, i even scared myself
big hustle n-gg-, no handouts
self-made n-gg-, did it myself
nigas see the dea, f-ck the pda
n-gg- pitch it to the streets, call me tga
they tryna link me to a case, no dna
i took my lawyer to the trap, let’s beat that case
a hundred bands, n-gg-, that’s dope money
half a mill in the street, that’s floor money
got bricks on the boat, that’s c-ke money
big dreams, big safe, that’s old money
if you not the n-gg-, then that’s not your money
bad b-tch, big crib, drop stacks on it
white crib, white rims, spend a deal on it
if you lookin for the ruger, got a deal on it
gotti!

- spodee lyrics

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