paroles de chanson spit - Fiji OOZ

S-P-I-T wanna hear me spit ho?
Waste of my time bitch that's what I get tho
Playing games playing tag but you're it yo
You can't catch a nigga that shits sick ho

Let's get stupid, real retarded
Fuck you cupid, I don't heart it
I'm not finished, I just started
Come for me you'll be bombarded

Do you like it when I spit, glitch and hack?
Do you like do you like when I get like that?
If you fuck with me then you'll get slit
Show me some tiddies like nip slip

Snip snip like get off my dick bitch
Unless you gon ride it like a stick shift
Real talent in the present like gifted
If I ever leave then you gon miss me

Stay reachin' outta socket is the shoulder
Big believe in the unknown, Fox Mulder
Got them biting at the teeth cus I'm colder
Imma carry this shit I'm the floater

Tik tok on the clock where's the weedman?
Where's my tree cus I'm sittin here on E man
Makes me rage cus they coming for my brand
Might hang you from ceiling, you's a big fan

Stay seated cus these niggas I can't stand
So pesky someone bring me the raid can
Pounding at my chest just call my tarzan
Am I losing it like lost of attention span

This the great race, I'm in first place
You'll never be the lead, your a disgrace
2nd grade, use to eat the elmer glue paste
These hoes salty when they got no taste

Crazy (I'm chaotic) maybe psychotic
I'm what they call AI cus I act robotic
Tell me any different might get you buried
And you act a little slow I call you gary

Talking all at once talk quietly...
Staying the fuck in cus society...

Bitches thinking I'm odd, judge unfairly
Might just respond back if necessary
If i ever gave a fuck, it's just barely
Can you ever keep it real? is it rarely?

I fucken ate, no crumbs, I eat
Gimme the toothpick, food in my teeth
Bitches so ruthless, babe take a seat
Serve up some new shit like bon appetit

Combination for the lock then its complete
Fiji OOZ, wicked cool, riding any beat
Disagree? where the fuck you wanna meet
Talking on sight don't need a fucking greet

Cracked the Grey Goose, real bizarre
Stitches on my middle finger, left a scar (Thirteen)
Pack the blunt so fat like we smoking cigar
Up beside they heads i bash the guitar