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spotemgottem & calboy - beat box 5 lyrics

[intro: calboy]
(d+mn e, this sh+t exclusive)
hey
b+tch
hey

[verse 1: calboy]
hope you got yours i rolled mines
b+tch i’m certified
young wild boy you know the vibes
i was on the block like show your ride (bih)
heard the boy want some problems
play with them dollars we gone load em nine
shawty like why you got to ride with
so many bottles b+tch i pulled a line (oh)
weirdo boy don’t come outside
if i popping out you know somebody dying
i’m working out till i know that she tired
i hit it once then i broke her lil spine
i had to pull out a four for the guys
boy you get smoke so you smoking the guys
most of these n+ggas be hoes in my eyes
i let it blow so i roll with the max
arms so cold like a motherf+cking stoner
i don’t trust no soul cause they changed on me (uh uh)
opps change slide cause they all on the side bro
can’t even drive got the tank on e
i’m jumping out with that thing on me
p+ssy you know i got range from deep
slitty gon tear off his face for me
i’m sending shots in his brain (baby i’ve been)
thuggin in my re box with that g lock
d+mn i heard he shot choppa make em beatbox
i heard that you know that the heat hot
got rich off that cheap pot (aye)
won’t throw cheap shots
make yo main b+tch eat c+ck
told her respect my pippin
i got more b+tches than lionel richie
glock came with a switch
he pop out get busy we get him sitchy
i don’t pay attention to oppositions and twitter mentions
all my brothers wit it stand on business
hope you bicthes listen
trap jump like the gym it’s la fitness in that dirty kitchen
shorty stopped the gimmick got to riches off these dirty
pigeons, we gon send him shots put him in a box just like
a twitter picture
won’t pick up my phone b+tch leave me lone
i’m busy getting richer
baby pick yo poison we got percs or molly
lean and liquor
i popped out with all my diamonds on
i made her leave her n+gga
i already what type of b+tch you is
if you smoke woods or swishers
brudda was talking about all that sh+t he did
he still ain’t pull the trigger

[chorus: spotemgotem]
bur+bur+burn away a carbon beam, knocked your legs off
tried to get away from me, had a standoff
hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
my woadie just caught a body, i nicknamed him randy moss
thuggin’ in my reebok’s, riding with a g+shock
shh+ i heard he shot, draco make a beat box
og made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
had a mask on, draco make ’em beat box

[verse 2: spotemgotem]
in miami with my motherf+ckin’ heat out
another n+gga b+tch said she got her feet out
i walked in the party, i’m on my big goon sh+t
ready to get it started, b+tch, i got no sense
oh, he the plug, riding round with four bricks
call me kobe, twenty+four on me
can’t f+ck wit’ her no more, that lil’ b+tch, she do the most
i get my groove on every time i see them folks
i got the antidote, i’m thinking that’s something you needed to know
i’m smooth and i’m cold, she know my wrist on froze
skinny jeans on with a big bankroll
she playin’ my song, now i got her taking off her thong
i’m tryna get it on, she feeling all over my peter bone
two rights don’t make a wrong, it just goes on and on
i’m kickin’ sh+t like jackie chan till they got my kicks on
and i’ma hit my target, i’ma up this b+tch regardless
[chorus: spotemgotem]
bur+bur+burn away a carbon beam, knocked your legs off
tried to get away from me, had a standoff
hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
my woadie just caught a body, i nicknamed him randy moss
thuggin’ in my reebok’s, riding with a g+shock
shh+ i heard he shot, draco make a beat box
og made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
had a mask on, draco make ’em beat box

- spotemgottem calboy lyrics

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