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letra de we can’t agree what to name this song - spider gang

(yuh,)
(spider gangg)
(uh..)
(alright let’s get it…)
(afourteen!!)
(eddie..!!)
(get over here, let’s get this sh-t!)
(uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh…)
still got shawty wrong, i’m the rap game boss slacking
(????????)
sh-t, lying her she on track and
i am no overlord, i am the captain
(i-i-) i pull up like got all the spiders
oh that’s me, you need to retire
p-ssy boy (yeah, n-gga!) you fire
shut the f-ck up lil n-gga, i’m tired
(uh, uh, uh!)
i haven’t subbed in a week
bounce in the ground i was fed to the sheeps
(uh!) y’all be up just on my meat
n-ggas talking to (????????)
(uh!)
t-that couldn’t be me (???????????????) obsolete
..all these n-ggas talking sh-t but yet they b-tches f-ck with me!
(uh!)
sp-spidergang pulling on me the rest of y’all n-ggas are stupid
all you n-ggas like gloves- (glove-gloves)
i’ma rip it off, f-ck it i’ma abuse it
(uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!!)
i’m the only skeleton out in the tomb…
i’m the only n-gga make the earth shake when i move…
all these baby b-tches take yo’ ass inside the womb…
(uh, f-ck, i’m tired as sh-t. yo, can y’all finish this?)

(uh, uh, uh!)
yuh, and yo’ b-tch’s bit go ee, err’, ee, err’, ee, err’!
i-i walk up in this b-tch, so wet, i feel just like i’m musky, err!
i’m playing basketball with (????) n-gga, i am such a player!
all my n-ggas shooters like the lakers and they get the-
(oo, oo, yeah!)
we eat xanax for the m-
(u-u-uh!)
bendi in my park, hop up b-tch, i’m on the block!
(t-t-thro-)
b-tch i’m like a (???????????????)
told that b-tch i’d join our leader crib b-tch, i know i’m a god!
n-ggas shooters like they on a basketball team, they all gone!
b-tch i know that i am the goat, but they make me (??????)

pack it up
your girl make sh-t, i stack it up
i f-ck that bih’ then pass me up
shoot the f-ckin’ package up
b-tch i’m in my bag and sh-t
make me pull out this ratchet
that b-tch she cookin’ ratchet
yuh, she could give her rashes
yuh, just the thought of-
(bi-bi-b-b-b-b-b-b-)
ooh, tootsies on my feet
i f-ck on that b-tch, that b-tch from the street
i stick it in this, i’m stiff up in peaks
i’m still on the block, b-tch suck on my d
b-tch suck on my c-ck, b-tch suck on my feet
(??????????????) we got all the bands
i f-ck wit’ that b-tch she came (?????????)
bust it down (?????) my (???????)
suck my d-ck like she in charge
f-ck that b-tch like, women charge
stick boy, stick boy, i got bars
you rap b-tch boy, you are r-t-rd
(?????) b-tch from (????) we go hard..
(uh..!)
(yuh, yuh!)
(?????) in this b-tch, spidergang and we ain’t slowing down
cut through (?????) got my brothers, they gon’ hold me down
that b-tch immaculate, got her sh-t, b-tch we gon’ blow it down
f-ck do you run with
diamonds all on my boys and it does stick
hit a body and dead like some sh-t
got the cash in the back of the (???????)
(are you tryna’ die????)
( you are (???) )
e-eddie boy, come and crush this
(you better run..!!)
from the gate, gate
all the spiders!
from the gate, gate
all the spiders!
from the gate, gate
you better run!!
from the gate, gate
all the (spiders..!!)
you know the media they-they don’t f-ckin’ like us
i got some meteors and (????????????????)

(hahahahahahhahaha!!)
(edd, edd, edd!!!) (hah!)
(yuh, yuh, yuh!!)
(yuhhhh, yuhhhh, yuhhhh, yuhhhh-)
i gotta bite back
tell that (????????) have a heart attack
don’t run with that
see (????????????????) don’t give a f-ck, i got my face attacked
and if i see (?????) d-ck (????????????) she (????????????)
(chill!!!!)
and boy you better watch out ‘fore my gun go-
-boom-
and now i miss, p-ssy boy, i got the cheat code on me
and now i’m p-ssed!
(i-i’m the boy) eating sh-t like i’m bobby
why don’t you sit, lil wh0re, you ain’t getting d-ck from me
oh, you think this sh-ts funny?
it’s not a joke (haha)
i feel like i am dillinger wit’ my new prada
all these p-ssies getting close i’ll pull out the banaba
always b-tchin’ on the internet about your problems
but you gon’ never solve ’em
that way
(yuh, yuh) (that way) (yuh, you ain’t ever solve ’em)
that way (yuh!)

(-sigh-, you are now listening to a spidergang exclusive, released in par with spidergang entertainment, and spidergang enterprizes.. and you’re-)

(y’all had to wake me up for this?)
(yo, dillinger, can you write my new verse?)
(no i’m not gonna write that sh-t..)
(ooh, f-ck!)
(mk, what about you?)
(nooo!) (no?)
(f-ck!!) (spiderganggggg)
(god d-mn..)
he rattin’
dancin’ free..
dancing for your amus-m-nt
(you suck!!)
i don’t got time, if i did i’m makin’ music
yeah they wanna make the music
let the water face the music
i don’t get by, you need a f-ckin’ (????) what you doing?
(it’s time now..!)
this for all the kids who can’t afford food!
know you hate the feeling when the people don’t support you
i can show you how but you don’t feel like using your tool
poor fools!
spittin’ in your horseshoes
suckin’ the fate of the aggressor
(g-g-)
guess they don’t know better for better
but i could never ever
every boy is jealous of h-ll
got no avenge to set up
you ain’t (???????) if your friends’ll let ’em

(i-i-)
i got the struggle with drugs..!
ain’t even 20 + 1..!
i need some money for guns..!
come give your buddy a hug..!
(l-l-l-)
life is a blast..!
you didn’t know whatcho’ doin’..!
before your life get ruin!
before your life get ruin!

if you don’t got a sk!ll!
(shut the f-ck up!)
if you don’t gotta train
(shut the h-ll up!)
if you don’t gotta sk!ll
(shut the f-ck up!)
if you don’t gotta train
(shut the h-ll up!)

(ooh..! i guess it’s my turn!)
(let’s do this!) (spidergang!!!)
be free you (??????)
(just don’t follow me!)
(?????????????????)
(that b-tch is tryna swallow me!)
feel heat from this light-eyed scream!!
(not physiology!)
sing past the blade of me!!
(hoppin’ out the porchi like a p-ssyless)
it’s so intimate!
i gotcho’ listening
i got you listen, you can do the sh-t you witnessin’
from what i got my name is samination
more important than the fake sh-t that you chasing
all the clout was fake
the real ones stay the same
so live in the present, don’t let this moment go to waste
f-ck the hate from those who stuck inside the game
who don’t even realise this a simulation!
(ayy!!!)

stomp a n-gga like a maggot he can’t stop me up
this b-tch wanna top me up because he is a f-ggot, huh?
(i-i-)
if you drinking baby blood then n-gga, put your glasses up
n-ggas get accused ‘n sh-t and then n-ggas was past the buck
and if you try to call him out, mental illness club
is you blind or do not do this rap for fun
see i don’t gotta rhyme, cuz if a n-gga ever try me, i might leave him paralyzed
pick a n-gga up and drop him on his neck for disrespect
and throw the body in the bas-m-nt when cops do a wellness check
ain’t no safety on this glock like the, chargers with ten players
smokin’ so much kush, it’s f-ckin’ up the ozone layer
the mic in my hand is a dangerous weapon
this is ugly truth like (???????????) off fresh percies and white xans
rest in piece, juice
(????) motherf-ckers be saying christ got screws loose
before i hang with you n-ggas, i’ll free myself from my own noose
i-i-i put too much pressure on the pewny mc’s
so much pressure on my blood i know these n-ggas can’t breathe
now they spread through my crew like a f-ckin’ disease
i’ll go put down my glock and teach a n-gga to read (n-gga to read, n-gga to read, n-gga to read…)

ay, cxrpse..
what..
i had a run-in with this group of ruffians around the way.. what the h-ll is going on around here, cxrpse?
i’on even know! there’s some group called spidergang or somethin’-
what.. in the h-ll, is a spidergang?!
a godd-mn group’a deinquents the (????) bandits..
that sounds like a load’a horsesh-t to me cxrpse!
c-come on bruhmane!

(this product was brought to you by the society of the humane treatment of spider genitalia. remember kids, always drink coca cola, and always eat mcdonald’s..)

(throat clearing) (burpp)
(somebody-)
(i could’ve sworn-)
(somebody need to be held accountable-)
(i could’ve sworn-) (somebody say someth-)
(one of y’all need to be held accountable)
(n0body but me but somebody need to be held accountable…)

d-mn, d-mn, d-mn!!!!
(d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn)
(spidergangggg!)
(d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mnnn!!!)

drag a motherf-cker lit a motherf-cker up
yeah, shoot a f-ckin’ bottle take a p-ss into the night
(yeahhhh!)
i don’t wage that call the uber and he’s shot dead!!!
(..the uber driver is gonna be fine.. he’s ok i-i promise…)
(d-mnnnn, d-mn-d-mn-d-mn)
this boy don’t care about his life he wanna f-ck wit’ us
he tryna sleep inside the dirt, this p-ssy f-ck wit’ us
(yeah!)
i’m takin’ shot i f-cking hate you
and it’s my fault you hate yourself because you f-cking hate-
(yeahhhh!)
and i (????????????????????)
you f-cking wish i paid attention, hoe you f-cking cannnnnn (d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mnnnnnn, d-mn, d-mnn, d-mn, d-mn-) (spiderganggggg!!!!)

(spidergang.. eternal..)
f-ck n-gga!
i’ma battle in the alley, like what’s up n-gga?
is he ready to battle, let us be done n-gga
i be telling you n-ggas you got the wrong n-gga
i ain’t fallin’ i’m (????????) person
he’s the one that’s talking and making descisions
never lookin’ back i’m waking up from the back
might shoot (shoot!) (f-ck was i supposed to go through?)
gospel (-spel!) (?????????????????????) you
might shoot (shoot!) (f-ck was i supposed to go through?)
gospel (-spel!) (?????????????????????) you

(????????????????) a f-cking wh0re
(-singing-)
(f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck ittttttttttttttttt)
(????????) make, rap music

new album 1
drown out f-ck it
drown n-gga, drown
drown out f-ck it
this is spiderganggggggggg
(yuh, yo, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh!!)
motherf-ck-
yuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
(-induadible-)
yoooooooooooooooo!!!
(yooooooooooooo!!)
(yooooooooooooo!!)
(-singing-)

(ok so, i was gonna hit that beat that you just heard, but johnnascus destroyed it, (???????) after that?)
(hhhhuuuuuuuhhh..)
(yuh!)
(uh, uh, uh!)
try to fight
i been moving with my spiders by the light of night
we can rap around you n-ggas like we ride a bike or roll ’em while you rollin’ wit’ some n-ggas that all (???) the mic
get’cho back! when you in trouble everybody on the planet, stacked inside a bubble!!
they don’t care about you do exactly what they wanted
we gon’ make another big bad track! up on the double double b-tch-
can i get a spidergangggggg?
(spiderganggggg!!)
that’s right!
and we don’t give a f-ck about what’cho think cool
don’t let anyone tell you what to do!!!
(uh!!!)
this car smell like arino casino!
tell them n-ggas get lost like nemo!! (huh!)
i been off a quaalude
never off a reno! (huh!)
i wanna be happy that don’t mean gettin’ on cinos
(c-cinos c-cinos c-cinos-)
(yuh!) gotta slip some fun in (yuh!)
i be wit’ my n-ggas we up in the ground runnin’ on a b-tch (bi-bi-b-bi-)
no time to wallow! (yuh!)
get the f-ck up!!
hit l!cks and never follow
and if she suckin’ on my d-ck ’till i nut then she better swallow-wallow
(yuh!)
(uh, uh, uh,)
(yuh!)
(uh, uh, uh,)
(spidergang!!)
(yuh-yuh!!)
(uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,)

- spider gang

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