Beat Box 17 lyrics

SpotEmGottem

(Verse 1)
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Hit him in his spot one more time for that sweet talk
Give a n***a some time he was selling all that ree raw
Get him hit, heat drop
Hood melody, freak talk
Twitter y'all post and delete
My b*t*h can not get over me
I be in that pu**y deep
I'm a n***a you should keep
Don't be asking who is me
Before i f**k you google me
Then comments don't be moving me
f**k is they gon' do to me
You do for me i do for you
You cool with me im cool with you
My momma said they using you
Drop 'em in keep doing you
I'm number 1 they number 2
My bank account gon' humble you
Took a perc it ain't work so i took two and felt like dirt
That pill make me want to flirt
Fly a bad b*t*h to the turks
f**k her once and give her merch
Block a b*t*h i bet she lurk
Hit it quit it leave her hurt
Sometimes i feel like a j*rk
She did me wrong i did her worse
Fix it with a louis purse
Throw the lambo in reverse
We gon' throw the lambo in reverse
Throw that ass and make it twerk
We ran her but i hit em' first
All them b*t*hes on the shade room wanna f**k me
Only if she lucky, i like sucky sucky
They say she a hoe ion know but she love me
She came from kentucky
I like how she f**k me
I like how these album sales got em talkng
b*t*h I made Million off of Moonwalkin In Calabasas
Never Bragging
I just hit this ghetto b*t*h she hella ratchet
I just bought this Glock brand new it ain't got no attachments
That b*t*h going off
I be in the club with hella chains i'm showing off
b*t*h i'm in my vibes and them comments tryna throw it off
Put a b*t*h on and she dipped that b*t*h throw the sauce
Hit him in his spot one more time for that sweet talk
Give a n***a some time he was selling all that ree raw
Get him hit, heat drop
Hood melody, freak talk

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock 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 Reeboks, ridin' with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box

[Verse 2: SpotEmGottem]
In Miami with my motherf**kin' heat out
With another n***a b*t*h, 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*t*h, I got no sense
Oh, he the plug, ridin' 'round with four bricks
Call me Kobe, twenty-four on me
Can't f**k wit' her no more, that lil' b*t*h, 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, I got her takin' 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' sh*t like Jackie Chan 'til they got my kicks on
I aim, I hit my target, I'ma up this b*t*h regardless

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock 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
Th— Th— Thuggin' in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box

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