"Spit Proper" lyrics
Y'all know what it do
Brick City, baby
I don't give a fuck about none of y'all rappers
I'm fresher than all y'all
I take all y'all records
It's nothing
Scream at me
Y'all the new name now, [?]
Indostry scared of me now, I see why
Nothing like the bitch that'll get it all [?]
Better than the dudes, so they try to hinder
Corney ass label, niggas didn't deserve me
A and R's suck, Trev, you heard me
[?]
Can't work a record less they got some singing
Don't really give a fuck 'bout that shit now
Dough still rolling in from that [?]
I'ma do the damn thing, nigga, regardlous
More to the game than being just an artist
Got a lil clothing line in the works, y'all
Sitting home, being crying 'bout [?] y'all
Never that bitch, 'cause I'ma get my pape too
Not a player hater, just a player that hates you
Watch how a bitch still prosper
They all love me, I think I know why
'Cause a bitch spit real proper
My punchlines sick, and plus I don't lie
Don't worry 'bout who shot ya, them blockboys deep
The niggas ain't ride
Tell them better send them choppers
'Cause if not, some people might die
Just another day in the good old Jerzy
Setting up shop, 'cause the hood is thirsty
Haze by the pound, all the spots is nervous
Everybody rap, but I took it the furthest
Out in L.A., O.D.-ing on kush now
Y'all just [?] blaming shit on Bush now
Summer in Miami, getting work done, hardly
Every damn day, did nothing but party
Murder mommys running round, rocking a two piece
Whole lotta ice, spiral curls and doofies
Wintertime come around, nothing but minks now
Run the airwaves, 'cause we got that link now
Ow
My ratchet legal, I got that permit
A bitch be stylin', stylin', stylin'
You gotta stash your's, you get busted
Sitting on an island, island, island
Watch how a bitch still prosper
They all love me, I think I know why
'Cause a bitch spit real proper
My punchlines sick, and plus I don't lie
Don't worry 'bout who shot ya, them blockboys deep
The niggas ain't ride
Tell them better send them choppers
'Cause if not, some people might die
Brick City, baby
I don't give a fuck about none of y'all rappers
I'm fresher than all y'all
I take all y'all records
It's nothing
Scream at me
Y'all the new name now, [?]
Indostry scared of me now, I see why
Nothing like the bitch that'll get it all [?]
Better than the dudes, so they try to hinder
Corney ass label, niggas didn't deserve me
A and R's suck, Trev, you heard me
[?]
Can't work a record less they got some singing
Don't really give a fuck 'bout that shit now
Dough still rolling in from that [?]
I'ma do the damn thing, nigga, regardlous
More to the game than being just an artist
Got a lil clothing line in the works, y'all
Sitting home, being crying 'bout [?] y'all
Never that bitch, 'cause I'ma get my pape too
Not a player hater, just a player that hates you
Watch how a bitch still prosper
They all love me, I think I know why
'Cause a bitch spit real proper
My punchlines sick, and plus I don't lie
Don't worry 'bout who shot ya, them blockboys deep
The niggas ain't ride
Tell them better send them choppers
'Cause if not, some people might die
Just another day in the good old Jerzy
Setting up shop, 'cause the hood is thirsty
Haze by the pound, all the spots is nervous
Everybody rap, but I took it the furthest
Out in L.A., O.D.-ing on kush now
Y'all just [?] blaming shit on Bush now
Summer in Miami, getting work done, hardly
Every damn day, did nothing but party
Murder mommys running round, rocking a two piece
Whole lotta ice, spiral curls and doofies
Wintertime come around, nothing but minks now
Run the airwaves, 'cause we got that link now
Ow
My ratchet legal, I got that permit
A bitch be stylin', stylin', stylin'
You gotta stash your's, you get busted
Sitting on an island, island, island
Watch how a bitch still prosper
They all love me, I think I know why
'Cause a bitch spit real proper
My punchlines sick, and plus I don't lie
Don't worry 'bout who shot ya, them blockboys deep
The niggas ain't ride
Tell them better send them choppers
'Cause if not, some people might die
