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letra de r.i.p. jitt pt. 1 - spaceghostpurrp

[intro]
what you know about that sh-t, mane?
sp-ceghostpurrp in this b-tch, n-gga
holdin’ this sh-t down, keeping this sh-t trill, n-gga
what you know about the murder rap game, n-gga?
shootin’ pistols and all that sh-t
pullin’ that motherf-ckin’ trigga, n-gga, straight up, n-gga
that’s how it’s goin’ down, n-gga, straight up
take me back in time to ’95, n-gga, straight up

[verse]
as i roll up my n-ggas
and we comin’ through up in this motherf-cker through the fog
and you already know-
al-al-, that gun, gimme that sh-t make these-, run-run
already know, n-gga, i’m number one, wit’ the toter
i got a f-ckin’ chip on my shoulder
n-ggas f-ckin’ ’round wit’ me, goin’ hard like boulders
the rock, got that motherf-ckin’ rock in my sock
n-gga, sell that sh-t right there on that block
i don’t understand what these n-ggas talkin’ ’bout
sp-ceghostpurrp, my n-gga, have them walkin’ out
wit’ bullet wounds, and bullet [?]
purple weed, n-gga, and yes, i’ll hurt you
n-gga, that’s thе motherf-ckin’ cologne on me
and yo girl likе that, she said she love it
f-ckin’ wit’ sp-ceghostpurrp, i shoot it
i-i don’t give a d-mn, i am stupid
i-i am dumb up in the brain motherf-cker
f-ckin’ around wit’ that sp-ceghost to the purrp i bust ya
lay that busta on the ground, get his pockets
go up in that b-tch, yeah, i won’t stop it
already know in the mall i stay coppin’ that number
that motherf-ckin’ slumber party that i always be talkin’ ’bout
well, n-gga don’t understand what the f-ck i’m talkin’ ’bout
well, i’m talkin’ about your woman, yo woman
that b-tch, she be suckin’ my d-ck
and she like that, that b-tch, and she love it
n-ggas do not see
i am the sp-ceghostpurrp nasa gang og
riding on my skateboard wit’ my d-ck out
tryna flash yo b-tch wit’ my d-ck when it’s out
suck it-suck it, slidin’ in a bucket
suck-suck it, slidin’ in a bucket
suck-suckin’, while i’m slidin’ in a bucket
i’m a young ass boss, so a n-gga said, “f-ck it”
blew twenty-two, pass the ball to me
i’ma score the touchdown, yeah, it’s all me
take it to the f-ckin’ house, creepin’ like a mouse
when i’m tryna hit a l!ck up in yo house
n-gga, in yo spouse, i’m in yo b-tch hole
n-gga tryna duck off ’cause it’s real cold
cold hearted, cold world
that’s a cold hearted ass b-tch, i took yo girl
she cheated on yo ass ’cause yo stroke game wack
all you good for is eatin’ the tw-t, and from the back
but from the back i hit it real good wit’ the d-ck
stick it up in her, b-tch like that sh-t
i made her l!ck, i’m drunk on liq
and my flow is on point like the tip of the pencil
utensil, i motherf-ckin’ maneuver
f-ckin’ around wit’ me, i leave you dead in a sewer
n-gga, just remember
runnin’ through the rap game real fast like silk silver
these n-ggas don’t know just how i flow, so i’ma f-ckin’ show them
n-ggas-n-ggas [?] i don’t know them
hol’ up, my n-gga, let me slow down
movin’-movin’ too fast in the membrane
i leave ’em in the grass, mane
i keep this sh-t trill
you al-you already know, nasa gang, yeah, we keep this sh-t real
[outro]
b-tch
swag, rest in peace jitt, n-gga

- spaceghostpurrp

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