Spice Girl
Imma show em how to drip no tears
I go harder than two male queers
These drums bound to hit your ears
Her tongue show me how she feel
I'm the man so fuck how you feel
I got more where that came concealed
Crack a pack a them smokes fresh sealed
I got vices my advice is real
Let it heal let it breathe that's real
Take some time for yourself like single
I got issues got bitches calling
All the drugs that I misused boring
That shit waste a my time like snoring
Had to get out my rut like morning
I got all this covered no awning
Every one that I know think they know
Everything that they think just ain't so
I got so much on the way that peso
I got so much beware when I lay low
That just mean that I've been on work
That just mean that I've been covert
They act an they talk to much
I never act I aint talk to much
I remember back in my room getting dutched
Hand me down ps2 cheap drugs
Set a keys but the clutch was ucked
Roll weed till my eyes look blood shot
You a blood clot ucking dumb thots
They ain't bad cunts just mug shots
Bitch wanna take my trunks off
I'm busy tryna out run clocks
I ain't got time to get one off
Till I take off like a green light
Till i make em bleed like a street fight
They needa know when I speak right
I'm Peter pan cause I see flight
Used to smoke trees every night
I quit tryna get me right
Sometimes you gotta stop rewind
Undo what you think defines
Yourself cause you needa rewire
They jack this like Limewire
I'mma spitting ash like a bonfire
Im so straight but it's not dire
This money coming I'm no liar
They never work they all liars
They lying down, they sleeping
I'm bout to jump in the deep end
My rhymes from the heart deepen
Every single bar I'm speaking
Hundred on my self every weekend
Ain't taking bout jewels, sequins
The way I move in sequence
Tryna rid myself a deep secrets
Lot a shit on my mind heated
It bought to boil it seeping
I ain't answer when it's beeping
Less you real one then I leave it
You a wanna be I just be it
If you want beef you can eat it
What they want I won't appease it
I ain't here to please or receive shit
I get mine cause I need it
And nothing else can relieve it
I told you that I'm decent
Probably better than I'm deviant
I'm deep in my own self that's how I know you seize it
Know you hear me when I breathe it
Newcastle rap Ill conceive it
You wanna be I just be it
If you wanna be dont speak shit
You a wanna be like a spice girl
This rap shit, my world
This whole country, my world
I got a sweet girl with the right curves
I got true stories in my words
And I speak about it on my terms
I seen cunts do real shit
Effect my life and I deal with it
If you fucking with my meal ticket
We might have to get ill with it
We might have to get real with it
But honestly if you on that
You a scumbag need a pissbag
Then a body bag and a toe tag
You are so sad probably no dad
Well I guess that makes 2 of us
I'm Kim poss you Rufus
Don't act hard you a doofus
You ain't got it covered like nudists
If we talking boys I'm the rudest
I move 2 fast like ludicrous
I go sew in like garments
You can throw hate it's harmless
I did all this without fathers
My state of mind so armoured
I've dealt with my karmas
I ain't waste time on dramas
I just cut em off like katanas
Bitch
I go harder than two male queers
These drums bound to hit your ears
Her tongue show me how she feel
I'm the man so fuck how you feel
I got more where that came concealed
Crack a pack a them smokes fresh sealed
I got vices my advice is real
Let it heal let it breathe that's real
Take some time for yourself like single
I got issues got bitches calling
All the drugs that I misused boring
That shit waste a my time like snoring
Had to get out my rut like morning
I got all this covered no awning
Every one that I know think they know
Everything that they think just ain't so
I got so much on the way that peso
I got so much beware when I lay low
That just mean that I've been on work
That just mean that I've been covert
They act an they talk to much
I never act I aint talk to much
I remember back in my room getting dutched
Hand me down ps2 cheap drugs
Set a keys but the clutch was ucked
Roll weed till my eyes look blood shot
You a blood clot ucking dumb thots
They ain't bad cunts just mug shots
Bitch wanna take my trunks off
I'm busy tryna out run clocks
I ain't got time to get one off
Till I take off like a green light
Till i make em bleed like a street fight
They needa know when I speak right
I'm Peter pan cause I see flight
Used to smoke trees every night
I quit tryna get me right
Sometimes you gotta stop rewind
Undo what you think defines
Yourself cause you needa rewire
They jack this like Limewire
I'mma spitting ash like a bonfire
Im so straight but it's not dire
This money coming I'm no liar
They never work they all liars
They lying down, they sleeping
I'm bout to jump in the deep end
My rhymes from the heart deepen
Every single bar I'm speaking
Hundred on my self every weekend
Ain't taking bout jewels, sequins
The way I move in sequence
Tryna rid myself a deep secrets
Lot a shit on my mind heated
It bought to boil it seeping
I ain't answer when it's beeping
Less you real one then I leave it
You a wanna be I just be it
If you want beef you can eat it
What they want I won't appease it
I ain't here to please or receive shit
I get mine cause I need it
And nothing else can relieve it
I told you that I'm decent
Probably better than I'm deviant
I'm deep in my own self that's how I know you seize it
Know you hear me when I breathe it
Newcastle rap Ill conceive it
You wanna be I just be it
If you wanna be dont speak shit
You a wanna be like a spice girl
This rap shit, my world
This whole country, my world
I got a sweet girl with the right curves
I got true stories in my words
And I speak about it on my terms
I seen cunts do real shit
Effect my life and I deal with it
If you fucking with my meal ticket
We might have to get ill with it
We might have to get real with it
But honestly if you on that
You a scumbag need a pissbag
Then a body bag and a toe tag
You are so sad probably no dad
Well I guess that makes 2 of us
I'm Kim poss you Rufus
Don't act hard you a doofus
You ain't got it covered like nudists
If we talking boys I'm the rudest
I move 2 fast like ludicrous
I go sew in like garments
You can throw hate it's harmless
I did all this without fathers
My state of mind so armoured
I've dealt with my karmas
I ain't waste time on dramas
I just cut em off like katanas
Bitch
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Writer(s): Quaid Pearce
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