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tec – spider bang كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(they gon’ feel this one)
make sh_t bang
f_ck that, we tryna bang, yeah (bah_bah, baow)

[verse 1]
money over all these hoes breathin’ (breathin’)
sh_tted on while i was broke and that gave me more reason (oh, oh) to step on n_ggas throats
up that taxes on that dope (huh?)
i got straps around the house and i got packs all on the floor (yeah)
b_tch, we slide like credit cards before they max ’em out (ha)
they book a show, i pack it out (it’s out)
can’t put us out, my junkies own the houses we be trappin’ out (bah, the f_ck you talking ’bout?)
got distribution deals for thеm m’s, some sh_t to brag about (brag)
my opps really dyin’ back_to_back, that sh_t they rap about (huh?)
you know shе f_ckin’ lu’, she got a spider tatted (she got that spider tatted)
got that ass movin’ on that d_ck like she hyperactive (boom, boom, yeah)
but the kid, it ain’t his, like he michael jackson (yeah, yeah)
let me shoot my kids on her chin, oh, i like ’em nasty (oh, i like ’em nasty)
that lil’ b_tch that you be cuffin’, that’s my cum bucket (that’s my cum bucket)
she hit ignore and call back after she done suckin’ (b_tch)
i’m countin’ up and thinkin’ ’bout the drop that i’ma purchase for the summer (skrrt)
i need twenty for a verse and i ain’t working with your numbers (f_ck i look like doing?)
she think i’ma buy a birkin, must be full of perky’s (them perky’s)
i just feed that ho some church’s (for real?), told her, “thank you for your service” (oh, yeah)
tried to put her lips on me (mwah), i don’t kiss, b_tch, i’m allergic (no)
p_ssy got some grip on it, dive deep, d_ck in her cervix (yeah, in her cervix)
[chorus]
like, it ain’t no gravity, b_tch, we run it up
get yo’ money up (get yo’ money up)
b_tch, you can’t f_ck with me, just to sum it up (just to sum it up)
i just ran a hundred up (a hundred up), did that sh_t in three days (yeah)
lit like birthday candles, ready to blow like it’s my b_day (oh, yeah)
if he ain’t spinnin’ spider gang, i don’t f_ck with the dj (no)
no, i can’t love her, that lil’ p_ssy got more miles than a freeway (skrrt)
i’m thuggin’, i can’t even lie, i keep all my hoes in line
keep a switch up on me everyday like it’s my favorite clothing line (yeah_yeah, yeah_yeah)

[verse 2]
mister officer, come and get your ho off us (off_off)
a lot water on my throat (oh) like it’s ozarker (ozar)
stuffin’ blues in my pocket, thick as nikki parker (let’s go)
lotta lean in this coffee cup, this ain’t no starbucks (no, no)
no, got a cake bakin’ for the opps (why? why?)
slidin’ like bay bay with this glock, but this ain’t no dance for tiktok (yeah)
do it the eight way, b_tch, don’t play with me, i ain’t your playmate (nah)
this b_tch boomin’, one_stop shop, every day a payday (i’m rich)

[chorus]
like, it ain’t no gravity, b_tch, we run it up
get yo’ money up
b_tch, you can’t f_ck with me, just to sum it up (just to sum it up)
i just ran a hundred up (a hundred up), did that sh_t in three days (yeah)
lit like birthday candles, ready to blow like it’s my b_day (oh, yeah)
if he ain’t spinnin’ spider gang, i don’t f_ck with the dj (no)
no, i can’t love her, that lil’ p_ssy got more miles than a freeway (skrrt)
i’m thuggin’, i can’t even lie, i keep all my hoes in line
keep a switch up on me everyday like it’s my favorite clothing line (line)
[outro]
i got hoes lined up like it’s a jigga train
lit a web for that p_ssy, he ain’t spider gang
and it ain’t no copin’ please, b_tch, we tryna bang
brrt, brrt, b_tch, we tryna bang

- tec

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