Hop on a microphone and I make nun' but hits
Yo' tracks leave a bad taste in my mouth, I just spit
They ain't have my size at Saks, I threw a fit
I hear all that talk about this and that, that's cap, they all some fibs
Yeah, yeah, we taking trips, trips overseas
Bad bitch, and she on her knees
She a freak, she a treesh, hollon' she eat up the meat
If I was you, I'd go on your FLPs, huh, and press delete
2024, still got a pint of Act', I know they obsolete
Want me to hop on a track? I want two thousand cash, just for the feat'
Plug in my mic and my preset, carry you, and I'll do it awesomely
(Hahaha, muhf*cka' said awesomely, I'm done)
I got a stanley cup, filled to the top with mud, bitch, what
I got a brown paper rolled up, and its filled with straight bud
Bitch, I'm in the f*cking club throwin' ones and white hoes straight throwin' butt
They like "Cee, stop f*cking up yo lungs", I'm like "so what?"
Thumbin' through so much paper, my thumbs got some damn papercuts
Damn, that shit hurt
Hop on a microphone and I make nun' but hits
Yo' tracks leave a bad taste in my mouth, I just spit
They ain't have my size at Saks, I threw a fit
I hear all that talk about this and that, that's cap, they all some fibs
CeeDG - SPIT Lyrics
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Hop on a microphone and I make nun' but hits
Yo' tracks leave a bad taste in my mouth, I just spit
They ain't have my size at Saks, I threw a fit
I hear all that talk about this and that, that's cap, they all some fibs
Yeah, yeah, we taking trips, trips overseas
Bad bitch, and she on her knees
She a freak, she a treesh, hollon' she eat up the meat
If I was you, I'd go on your FLPs, huh, and press delete
2024, still got a pint of Act', I know they obsolete
Want me to hop on a track? I want two thousand cash, just for the feat'
Plug in my mic and my preset, carry you, and I'll do it awesomely
(Hahaha, muhf*cka' said awesomely, I'm done)
I got a stanley cup, filled to the top with mud, bitch, what
I got a brown paper rolled up, and its filled with straight bud
Bitch, I'm in the f*cking club throwin' ones and white hoes straight throwin' butt
They like "Cee, stop f*cking up yo lungs", I'm like "so what?"
Thumbin' through so much paper, my thumbs got some damn papercuts
Damn, that shit hurt
Hop on a microphone and I make nun' but hits
Yo' tracks leave a bad taste in my mouth, I just spit
They ain't have my size at Saks, I threw a fit
I hear all that talk about this and that, that's cap, they all some fibs
Yo' tracks leave a bad taste in my mouth, I just spit
They ain't have my size at Saks, I threw a fit
I hear all that talk about this and that, that's cap, they all some fibs
Yeah, yeah, we taking trips, trips overseas
Bad bitch, and she on her knees
She a freak, she a treesh, hollon' she eat up the meat
If I was you, I'd go on your FLPs, huh, and press delete
2024, still got a pint of Act', I know they obsolete
Want me to hop on a track? I want two thousand cash, just for the feat'
Plug in my mic and my preset, carry you, and I'll do it awesomely
(Hahaha, muhf*cka' said awesomely, I'm done)
I got a stanley cup, filled to the top with mud, bitch, what
I got a brown paper rolled up, and its filled with straight bud
Bitch, I'm in the f*cking club throwin' ones and white hoes straight throwin' butt
They like "Cee, stop f*cking up yo lungs", I'm like "so what?"
Thumbin' through so much paper, my thumbs got some damn papercuts
Damn, that shit hurt
Hop on a microphone and I make nun' but hits
Yo' tracks leave a bad taste in my mouth, I just spit
They ain't have my size at Saks, I threw a fit
I hear all that talk about this and that, that's cap, they all some fibs
Writer: Cee DG
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