TEC - Spider Bang paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Spider Bang - TEC



(They gon' feel this one) eight, shit bang
Fuck that, we tryna bang, yeah! (Bow bow bow)
Money over all these hoes breathin'
Shitted on while I was broke and that gave me more reason
To step on niggas throats, up that taxes on that dope
I got straps around the house and I got packs all on the floor
Bitch, we slide like credit cards before they max 'em out
They book a show, I pack 'em out
Can't put us out, my junkies own the houses we be trappin' out
Got distribution deals for them Ms, some shit to brag about
My opps really dyin' back to back, that shit they rap about
You know she fuckin' Lu', she got a spider tatted
Got that ass movin' on that dick like she hyperactive
But the kid, it ain't his, like he Michael Jackson
Let me shoot my kids on her chin, oh, I like 'em nasty
That lil' bitch that you be cuffin', she my cum bucket
She hit ignore and call back after she done suckin'
I'm countin' up and thinkin' 'bout the drop that I'ma purchase for the summer
I need 20 for a verse and I ain't workin' with your numbers
She think I'ma buy a Birkin, must be full of Perkins
I just feed that hoe some Church's, told her thank you for your service
Tried to put her lips on me, I don't kiss, bitch, I'm allergic
Pussy got some grip on it, dive deep, dick in her cervix
Like it ain't no gravity, bitch, we run it up (get your money up)
Bitch, you can't fuck with me, just to sum it up
I just ran a hundred up, did that shit in three days
Lit like birthday candles, ready to blow like it's my B-day
If he ain't spinnin' Spider Gang, I don't fuck with the DJ
No, I can't love her, that lil' pussy got more miles than a freeway
I'm thuggin', I can't even lie
I keep all my hoes in line
Keep a switch up on me every day like it's my favorite clothing line
Mister officer, come and get your hoe off us
Lotta water on my throat like it's Ozarker
Stuffin' blues in my pocket, thick as Nikki Parker
Lotta lean in this coffee cup, this ain't no Starbucks
No, got a cake bakin' for the opps
Slidin' like Bay Bay with this Glock, but this ain't no dance for TikTok
Do it the eight way, bitch, don't play with me, I ain't your playmate
This bitch boomin', one-stop shop, every day a payday (rich)
Like it ain't no gravity, bitch, we run it up (get your money up)
Bitch, you can't fuck with me, just to sum it up
I just ran a hundred up, did that shit in three days
Lit like birthday candles, ready to blow like it's my B-day
If he ain't spinnin' Spider Gang, I don't fuck with the DJ
No, I can't love her, that lil' pussy got more miles than a freeway
I'm thuggin', I can't even lie
I keep all my hoes in line
Keep a switch up on me every day like it's my favorite clothing line
I got hoes lined up like it's a jigga train
Lil web for that pussy he ain't spider gang
And it ain't no copin' please
Bitch we tryna bang
Bitch we tryna bang




TEC - Spider Bang
Album Spider Bang
date de sortie
29-07-2022




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