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Lil Wayne Feat. Kevin Rudolf - Spit

Un, straight off the bat
I come straight off my back with a gun like I’m in Iraq
And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crack ‘em
And snap back and battle my own shadow cus ya’ll wack and all that
Bullshit ya talkin startin to get funky
Toss me the chunky, I’ma brew these punkies
Stir I’m from the block but you don’t pass like a flunky
We make a b***h a mule and everybody act a donkey
Yes, I want you to come around here with that plan boy
I’ll shoot this mother****er til I burn my hand boy
Bust up in the court and shoot the witness on the stand boy
This is my game ask everybody in the stands boy
I’m all red I’m on fire like a ant pile
They put the clamp down if I put the stamp down
You get the stampede, I make blood bleed
You suck d**k, I succeed
Yeah, yeahhh, and this is how victory tastes
So I’ma spit in ya face
Kevin

Singing ay yo oo ohh (ohh)
Ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh
(So I’ma spit in your face)
Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh)
Ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh
(So I’ma spit in your face)

If this is a race I ain’t goin’ for no pace I am goin’ for your place
Bow ya home, how ya gon’
**** with me if I ain’t ****ing around
2 eyes to the sky, 10 toes touchin’ the ground
B***h ass, I am not your homeboy
We are not from the same home boy
My Nina Baker bring your joy
I’ll destroy who ya employ
I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy
Y’all so backwards, I don’t do Backwoods, I’ma swisher man
8 in the mornin’ you bouta get found by a fisherman
Yeah, You guys is b*****s, little girls
And Mr. Smith & Wesson wanna kiss ya b***h pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire at the devil
And I do whatever for the root of all evil
Gold, silver, bronze, no try the black medal
Turn your mother****ing flowers to feathers now fly to heaven
Kevin!

Ay yo oo ohh (ohh)
Ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh
(So I’ma spit in your face)
Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh)
Ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh
(So I’ma spit in your face)

And crazy’s what they callin’ me, but crazy isn’t hardly what I am
Try creatively retarded or amazingly rewarded
Ain’t no faith in me the hardest never crack, I’m crack
I’m high as **** in Reynolds Wrap, now let’s just hope you get it back
Let’s just hope that you get it
And if I have anything to do with it, mother****er I did it
Yeah, Young Tune, gorilla monsoon
Mr. Martian will hang your ass from the moon
Cause you don’t get sun, you just get it soon
Turn your I.D. to a tomb
Goons are us, the foods for us
We eat with our hands, no fork and spoon for us
We will take the knives, and we will take the wives
And we won’t take the jewelry but we will take the lives
Yeah

So I’ma spit in your face
Yeah, I’ma, so I’ma spit in your face, yeeah

Singing ay yo oo ohh
Ay yo oohh
Ay yo oo ohh
(Ay yo oo ohh)
(Ooohh, I’ma spit ïn your face)

****uar & Moyile

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