zeek p - spiderman lyrics
[verse 1: zeek p]
ok you can call spiderman
all i spit is hotsh-t
you can call me fireman
pyro in my vocals
burning all ya tires man
all we do is blow tree
who you know is higher than?
hotter than yall, hotter than plates
tired of yall, all yall fake
ask my dime, ya shawty she a 8
she get that cash, she get that cake
she make it do what it do
feelin so great
doin big things
love what i make
im so hungry, i can eat a plate
lookin like food cuz im half-baked
all my fault, thats ya plate?
n-gga f-ck you, im eatin all plates
got 6 plus 2 n-gga whats that 8
once i ate my big plate
ima rub it in yall dinner plates
now now im doin bigger things
young in a stretch like a f-ckin promdate
climbin things like a f-ckin primate
im sinkin all lakes, yeah im raisin h-ll
knew if i got knocked, you wouldn’t even bail
knew if i got shot
yall wouldn’t even tell
knew if i got jumped
you prolly bail
p-ssy -ss n-gga
nookie -ss n-gga
never in my life
been a bookie -ss n-gga
all i know is pro hoe!
rookie -ss n-gga
im young now im in the game
he young how he in the game
i came out wit the flame
want the cash, i ain’t wit the fame
ill whip ya -ss you ain’t in the game
ima beast i ain’t gettin tamed
i spit the new, you spit the same
vendor machine, getting change
im hot now, im hot wow
you ain’t taking my spot now
im 17 doin clever things, no need for getting hostile
ya clever dream ain’t clever mane, ya swag be aeropostile??
all i do is win mane, yall n-ggas lost out
[hook]
on the web
spiderman
super high
spiderman
can’t see me
spiderman
wit the green
ireland
situation
direman
cuz im spittin fire man
errthing i touch
it stick
spiderman
[verse 2: zeek p]
i’m on the web spiderman
can’t see me spiderman
marlo off the wireman
got the steel like ironman
zeek bad, direman
yall f-g lyers man
cy on the beat, and im runnin it
yall tired man
my flow raw, ya chick wet
she suck all, my d-ck wet
i get chicks, i get checks
you can check my chick list
chickens cluck, chicks next
b-tch im up, chick nest
i pipe her down
i pipe her round
she miss me like a p-ss test
certified chick
bad lil jawn
got ya girl, p-ss her on
mack that chick
smack that chick
had ya chick, had my bone
im the sh-t
blatter on
yall ain’t sh-t
blatter gone
i get my chips
i stack em on
piles of chips matted on
gotta engine, gas em on
watch us get our clappin on
n-gga talk sh-t, he grab a clip
clip
chatter gone
im so high, im so fly
im yo guy chicks dont lie
wit a big bird chillin in my low ride
wit a 5th and b-tch
who lowrides
im so fried
gone right
at ya neck
im a bowtie
getta wet
need more rice
unforgivable
bovice
lions, tigers
oh my
im so pro
zeek dont lie
im expert
like old guys
my flow cold
ya flow ight
them hoes
know im so nice
my spidey sense
so bright
yall frontin shyt
i stuntin b-tch
is shut it down
need more light
[hook]
on the web
spiderman
super high
spiderman
can’t see me
spiderman
wit the green
ireland
situation
direman
cuz im spittin fire man
errthing i touch
it stick
spiderman
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