spice crew - mamo genes كلمات الأغنية
[verse 1: zah visuals]
yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yeah
all my n-gg-s trappin’ and we gettin’ to this dough (ok)
we trappin and rappin’ and clappin’ with all that bread all we doing is stacking
got a con penthouse chilling on the west side (west)
sleep there tight thats where your shawty reside (reside)
yeah we countin m’s on the day to day
we got future here with me quavo and ye (yeah, what)
my goons will come through, and well make you afraid (afraid)
have you so scared, you will p-ss in yo grave
yeah vlone talkin like i’m asap bari
watch out swerve the f-ckin ferrari
i don’t play games man f-ck that attari (ok, ok)
yeah, yeah, mason marjella all on my sweater
spice crew comin’ in with the barreta
yeah yeah yeah
dior
[verse 2: iced water]
skatti on skatti on skatti i pop the bands to the rari, (yeah)
i never say that i’m sorry, (pow)
pop like campari, i f-cked your b-tch like i’m bari (yeah)
in that girl sari, on a safari, f-ck it i’m ari (bah)
i write music but can’t spit sorry, ice water out (yeah, what, yeah)
yeah
[verse 3: ju lian]
p-ssy boy stop talking sh-t, i pull up on you hit a lick
with spice crew yeah, thats that sh-t
yo b-tch she like me round my d-ck (yeah)
mind on the money yeah the money on my mind
yo b-tch is talkin sh-t so i hit it from behind
in the penthouse smokin good kush all the time
in the studio spice k!ll it spittin’ these rhymes
[verse 4: gooseless]
we droppin 800 at mamo we spice
garnie dolce balsamo like rice
we buying that gucci bergamo thats nice
still k!lling in bushes renamo like thrice
we look out of place in the bando
too icy like manual cando (cando)
they looking at me like i’m land ho
yeah i’m the captain, no blackhawk we sailing commando
we in the street popping off hammers
yeah i f-ck with kodak no cameras
ops throwin you to the slammer
we dont give a f-ck we k!ll em like billy and matern
you know that i k!ll them like kevin
im sending you under no heaven
i got 11 5-7’s
i use em to shoot up you block and just chill with my brethren
i run this sh-t i’m so amazing
i run this sh-t you know i’m brazy
we doin this sh-t spice crew be raising
we doin this sh-t yo we might go crazy
i dont trust snakes thats my intuition
rise above clouds thats my wintuition
50 grand fat stacks finn tuition
ill eliminate any compet-tion, aw yeah
droppin hanc-cks like i’m james
know i’m embracing the fame
to us this sh-t is a game
you already know our name
you cannot jump on our gang
spice crew f-ck you kinda tame
no that this sh-t don’t sound lame
unless you wanna hear glock bang
[verse 5: ab (ari campari)]
my rhymes are closed captioning to the deaf
im running circles round all you out of breath
my rhymes are closed captioning to the deaf
im running circles round all y’all out of breath (yeah)
i made this sh-t at the right time
i been lost before in my own mind
i been spittin’ bars but this ain’t kind
i been getting money that is mine
i got a bad b-tch she is fine
got mad rich, i ice sign
i been writing songs and my sh-t rhyme
stay in ya lane ill stay in mine (ok)
never thought id get into this rap sh-t (yeah)
never thought id drop 30 g’s on a b-tch (on a b-tch)
never thought id have 50 g’s on my wrist yeah
other rappers tryna diss you know i’m getting p-ssed
[verse 6: king dro]
pull up amigos like trece, yeah
she work it i’m throwing my ace, yeah
she like my songs with the base, ba
ask her dude how my d-ck taste, ha (yeah, yuh)
i like it when she gets low
she on all fours she call me gusto, (4)
yeah, sloppy toppy yeah your girl is a ho
take her shopping yeah that b-tch she want more, (yeah)
yeah your fat, your not even stocky, (yeah)
droppin bars, like its nagasaki
heard i got bread now she wants a cut
givin’ me head heard your down to f-ck
got a lot of women tell me king dro your the sh-t (yeah)
got a lot of foreign cars just bought my mom a whip, (yeah)
got a lot of foreign ladies tryna ride my d-ck
now this b-tch she want some money now she’s gonna strip, (yeah)
yeah, its the k-i-n-g to the d-r-o (what)
yeah, i like your girls physique, and she like my flow (yuh)
yeah, she like the way i rap and she likes my clothes (wrap)
yeah, but this sh-t its a wrap already gained control
[verse 7: nosoup]
ice on ice on ice
hit my line not once but twice
put the drinks on f-ckin ice
brand new whip its looking nice
drop my top its getting hot (bah)
im warmin up these ho’s gone flock (bow)
post up the block
this sh-t don’t block
dont pull the glock
sh-t, sh-t, bop (grrrr)
b-tch i got an ego, but d-mn i deserve it
bag so many b-tches that it starts to get concerning
pull up on yo -ss with the sawed off, (bow)
you already know that i raw dawg
finna put my fit in a catalogue
tony the tiger we flexing the kellogs
findin the b-tches, i look with my head off
went to mamos and i spent all my bread dawg, (yeah yeah yeah aye)
spend all my bread dawg
dropped 15 in two months and then i got hot
always be reppin’ the yankees no socks
always be out with the boys we don’t flock (flock)
thats how we rock, yeah (blow)
sippin ciroc, yeah (bang)
im so ock, yeah
this sh-t about to drop, yeah (bah)
[verse 8: austin woods]
i pull up, i pull up, i pull up (yeah)
runnin and i see ya team, (what, what)
icy like super bowl ring, (ring)
with that whole supreme, (what)
short
life short, (short)
no dort
c-ke snort, yeah (blow)
spice jalepeno (what)
shootin at, shootin at ops (yuh)
diamonds they wet like some top, (top)
yo b-tch she suck on my c-ck, (my c-ck)
wow, wow, wow, (wow)
look at you neck and i’m cuttin’ it, (cuttin it)
look at that p-ssy i’m floodin it, floodin it, floodin it, yeah
[verse 9: jackson flaxin waxin]
mess with my crew get a crack to the head
yo b-tch is on my d-ck and she loves swinging head, (what)
getting in my face shoot you dead in your place
this dude throwing water cuz he mad p-ssy, (phew phew phew)
im draped in all designer your just draped in stussy
zah and drew stay with the pens you already know
write up your obituary leave you dead in the flow
word to king dro you already know
f-cked yo b-tch on the floor, rapping on this flow
thank you drake tokyo (thank you )
thank you. (drake)
spice crew. (tokyo)
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