SPOTEMGOTTEM - Beatbox 2 (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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SPOTEMGOTTEM - Beatbox 2 (en) Lyrics
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Leggo
Damn E, this shit exclusive
Stretch gang
Face shots at the face
don’t trip on yo lace
Mafia
Burn away a carbon beam
knocked yo legs off
Tried to get away from
me had a stand off
Hit em in his spine
Knock his dreads off
My wodie just caught a body
I just 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 wodie
spot em peeled the car
Had a mask
Draco make em beatbox
In Miami with my muhfuckin' heat out
Another nigga bitch said
she got her feet out
I walked in the party, I'm
on my big goon shit
Ready to get it started,
bitch I got no sense
Oh, hе the plug, riding
round with 4 bricks
Call me Kobe, 24 Kobе
Can't fuck wit her no more, that
lil bitch 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 need 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 and I got
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 go on and on
I'm kickin shit like Jackie
Chan til I got my kicks on
And Ima hit my target
Ima up this bitch regardless
Draco make em beatbox (Brr brr)
I’m strapped up wit the jug, one
in the head already be cocked
I pop out when the beef hot, won’t
see me creepin' on yo block
I work the backseat, we went
three deep and got ten
people shot (Brr brr)
I hit the auto switch and made
it twerk and while he
dump the Glock (Brr brr)
Got the drop on all his spot, he
get robbed if he go or not
I know the taste love wock, he
pulling up in exotic pop
That booster hitter tried to pull a
move and that shit got him dropped
(Brr, brr brr) You pussies
know what’s up
Turn a nigga to a pack, we break
'em down and roll 'em up
Ain’t shit changed but the
whip, now it’s a Rolls Truck
when I’m pulling up
And I still ain’t check the time up on
my Cartier just hold it up (Brr)
Don’t come around acting gangster
we call your bluff (Brr brr)
Put trust in these firearm
know we dangerous (Brr)
If you catch me speeded up, bitch
give it up or Ima buss
We shoot your shit up on the
E-Way, get out the same
lane as us (Brr, brr brr)
(Same lane as us, big brr)
Burn away a carbon beam (Brrt) knocked
yo legs off (Legs off)
Tried to get away from me (Yuh)
had a stand off (Brr brr)
Knock his dreads off (Brr)
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