| 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 bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey | |
| Yes, I want you to come around here with that plan boy | |
| I’ll shoot this mutherfucker 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 dick, 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’ | |
| Fuck with me if I ain’t fuckin’ around | |
| 2 eyes to the sky, 10 toes touchin’ the ground | |
| Bitch nigga 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 | |
| Yeaa, You guys is bitches, little girls | |
| And Mr. Smith & Wesson wanna kiss ya pussy 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 yo mutherfuckin’ 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 dope 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, mutherfucker 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) | |
| ShaGuar & Moyile |
| 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 bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey | |
| Yes, I want you to come around here with that plan boy | |
| I' ll shoot this mutherfucker 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 dick, 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' | |
| Fuck with me if I ain' t fuckin' around | |
| 2 eyes to the sky, 10 toes touchin' the ground | |
| Bitch nigga 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 | |
| Yeaa, You guys is bitches, little girls | |
| And Mr. Smith Wesson wanna kiss ya pussy 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 yo mutherfuckin' 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 dope 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, mutherfucker 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 n your face | |
| ShaGuar Moyile |
| 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 bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey | |
| Yes, I want you to come around here with that plan boy | |
| I' ll shoot this mutherfucker 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 dick, 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' | |
| Fuck with me if I ain' t fuckin' around | |
| 2 eyes to the sky, 10 toes touchin' the ground | |
| Bitch nigga 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 | |
| Yeaa, You guys is bitches, little girls | |
| And Mr. Smith Wesson wanna kiss ya pussy 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 yo mutherfuckin' 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 dope 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, mutherfucker 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 n your face | |
| ShaGuar Moyile |
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