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spencer mb - pro postal (no bitch beggin' in the intro) كلمات أغنية

[intro: spencer mb, juicy j]
this an old ass beat, son, haha, gotd_mn
made this sh_t back in, uh, 2019? 2020? (yeah!)
didn’t even mix the b_tch, it just came out this ill
this one beat is better than your whole “career,” if you can call it that
spencer, man, what’re you doin’? (yeah, hoe!)
but i just_ i just had to, ya know?
had to cripple your old ass wit’ it
(godd_mn, it’s hot as f_ck in ‘ere)
i am sweating like crazy
(yeah!)
(deadman no lifeline)
(yeah, hoe!)

[verse 1: spencer mb, juicy j]
this all started ’cause i said, “stop making jokes
about black men rapin’ kids,” and then ya choked
you said back, “that’s just my humor, deal wit’ it,” now you want smoke
just racist gymcel bigot, a truth revealed with every word you spoke
now i be makin’ green you’ve nеver even seen
big bands bust out my pockеt like a snot rocket
no wonder you always beggin’ for money
every sneaker ya see, you just have to cop it
can only afford alibaba chains, sh_t too funny
tryna grope your male clients on some f_g sh_t (ooh)
don’t worry i can say that since i am a queer too (pan)
maybe you be projectin’, get outta the closet
you got nothin’ on me but i do know all about you
i got them 808s that’ll knock your f_ckin’ head loose, p_ssy
it’s been 3 years and you’re still obsessed
i peeped a couple tracks and i still ain’t impressed
i been practicin’, keepin’ the best tied to my chest
now give it a rest, i know the lack of clout got you stressed
thinkin’ every negative comment is me in disguise (you wish)
botted instagram followers and only 2 monthlies on spotify
n0body’s listenin’, “dawg,” so why do you try? (k!ll yourself)
sayin’ my beats are trash but you was still beggin’ for ’em
and you ain’t from the hood, you’re from hermiston
that’s a white hick town, ask kea, son
e_begging on the ‘net, selling cheap merch like a bum
callin’ kris the n_word and sh_t talkin’ astro too
while you and kris be using a.i. to hide your flaws (fat f_ck)
then generate your low_rez art, a creatively bankrupt fool
the wolf sh_t is corny, you’ll never get any applause (furry, b_tch)
and why would you be hangin’ with people you was dissin’?
maybe you’ve always been a snake, that’s what i was missin’
keepin’ kea and shriya’s royalties, do they know you be stealin’?
and i got proof datin’ back to 2020, i ain’t fishin’
couple weak ass disses over straight dookie
weeaboo cuck, your b.o. is what shook me
couldn’t get a beat sold even when ya bit me
but now i gotta get h_lla spooky, still ya wit’ me?
did ya know i spit in yo’ food? (nah)
did ya know i tossed out yo’ mama’s ashes? (nah)
replaced ’em with ashes out the fireplace
did ya know i spit in your mouthwash? (haha, nah)
not even your home was a safe sp_ce
just be lucky i didn’t switch yo’ weed with the lace
[interlude: spencer mb, juicy j]
(bye p_ssy!) that’s right, that’s motherf_ckin’ right
i didn’t have to do this, i got money out the ass
(bye p_ssy boy!) you ain’t got sh_t on me
you shoulda graduated high school (yeah!)
you pop a couple slurs on a track, then mix it like straight dogsh_t
(bye p_ssy!) like, lay off the compression, my guy
and, and the soundgoodizer too, yeah (yeah, hoe!)
(bye p_ssy boy!) then maybe, just maybe, yo sh_t won’t sound like ass
what did you call kea? a drug addict and a loser?
(bye p_ssy!) think you said the same ’bout that kris character
always talking sh_t ’bout his verses too
do you not know that the google a.i. search only pulls you up if you get specific?
yeah, anyone with even a shred of online presence can pop up on it
it’s honestly pathetic to even “flex” that
funny you deleted those comments of people trashin’ you, embarrassin’
(bye p_ssy boy!) you’re so f_cking stupid, like dude, come on
“bye p_ssy,” that’s it? that’s all you got? (yeah!)
there’s so much more you coulda gone in on, but no, you’re a coward
(bye p_ssy!) i got a real record while you pretend to be a gangster
ayy, ayy, alright, alright, anyway
(bye p_ssy boy!) let’s get that l!ck back (yeah, hoe!)

[verse 2: spencer mb, juicy j]
yeah, hoe, they speak my name and you get stupid
too much liquor and drugs in ya system, you ain’t ever lucid
i keep it clean and honest, b_tch, i am translucent
you workin’ 3 jobs? you ain’t up to any gang sh_t
ah, you still in the same borough though? (you poor as sh_t!)
i know you got some ego that i could borrow though
i know you can’t relate, i bought a new car and a new house
and i be livin’ there with a bad b_tch i call my spouse
yeah, your petty ass will never get out
i know for a fact you ain’t movin’ up
n0body bumpin’ yo’ sh_t, you ain’t gon’ blow up
and that’s why i stay on the come up, lil’ b_tch
[outro: spencer mb, juicy j]
bye p_ssy! (p_ssy, b_tch!)
haha, yeah
i like that actually, i’ma keep that
bye p_ssy!
uh, anyways, hope you die
and uh, tell amber i said “hi”, you dumbass, thievin’ rapist
ya know, that’s the truth
you really wanna be black so bad, it’s bizarre
now do us a favor?
stick to selling overpriced supplements ‘n’ cheap merch, huh?
your tracks are just… awful
off_beat flows, low_quality audio, bad mixing
all of it
spencer, man, what’re you doin’?
i know you ain’t gon’ say sh_t ’cause you know i got more on lock
peace, b_tch

- spencer mb

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