Spray Heat by Kidd Klipse Lyrics
Stupid bitch she always think I'm cheatin'
Choppa to your throat it leave a nigga leakin'
Put you on a grill, since you wanna spark some beef then
Hit it from the back, I'm out the door you'll see me leavin'
Hit me when you wanna fuck, not when you wanna tease me
I make money hella fast, I swear its hella easy
When I'm feeling down I need a bad bitch to please me
But I got a wrapup cause I ain't tryna go out like Easy
Me, I don't got no friends, I feel like Uzi Vert
I just got some bros that'll put you on a t-shirt
Shot the gun at the ground, he said that his feet hurt
Chopper hold a hundred rounds, lets see who gon' sleep first
Told that bitch I need my space, and ain't talkin bout reefer
My niggas almost caught a case, tryna set a [?]
He tell me bout his mixtape, but I swear it was [?]
Went to the club, didn't show ID cause I was reserved
Give the lil' bitch the D, cause thats something she deserved
These niggas was hating on me, but I just had to preserve
You was alway down [?], when I had Caesar
Niggas talk a lot but don't do nun', they give me fevers
Man all these niggas they so fucking fake
And they fucking hate, They asked my how I'm doin'; I'm doing great
They don't know my head in the water, but it's deeper than a lake
Gatherin' up all my dogs, like they leaves and I gotta rake
I can't fuck with you niggas, you so fucking shady
I can make the fuckin' block shake like its Haiti
All these thotties, yeah they wanna have my fucking baby
I swear they just wanna drive me crazy
I'm gon' drop the top like we in the eighties'
And we riding in Audis, not no fucking Mercedes
All these bitches try to play me
Run up on me I'm a fucking spray heat
Choppa in the closet that's my fucking gay freak
[?], for me
For me, for me, for me
And my fucking gay freak
Choppa to your throat it leave a nigga leakin'
Put you on a grill, since you wanna spark some beef then
Hit it from the back, I'm out the door you'll see me leavin'
Hit me when you wanna fuck, not when you wanna tease me
I make money hella fast, I swear its hella easy
When I'm feeling down I need a bad bitch to please me
But I got a wrapup cause I ain't tryna go out like Easy
Me, I don't got no friends, I feel like Uzi Vert
I just got some bros that'll put you on a t-shirt
Shot the gun at the ground, he said that his feet hurt
Chopper hold a hundred rounds, lets see who gon' sleep first
Told that bitch I need my space, and ain't talkin bout reefer
My niggas almost caught a case, tryna set a [?]
He tell me bout his mixtape, but I swear it was [?]
Went to the club, didn't show ID cause I was reserved
Give the lil' bitch the D, cause thats something she deserved
These niggas was hating on me, but I just had to preserve
You was alway down [?], when I had Caesar
Niggas talk a lot but don't do nun', they give me fevers
Man all these niggas they so fucking fake
And they fucking hate, They asked my how I'm doin'; I'm doing great
They don't know my head in the water, but it's deeper than a lake
Gatherin' up all my dogs, like they leaves and I gotta rake
I can't fuck with you niggas, you so fucking shady
I can make the fuckin' block shake like its Haiti
All these thotties, yeah they wanna have my fucking baby
I swear they just wanna drive me crazy
I'm gon' drop the top like we in the eighties'
And we riding in Audis, not no fucking Mercedes
All these bitches try to play me
Run up on me I'm a fucking spray heat
Choppa in the closet that's my fucking gay freak
[?], for me
For me, for me, for me
And my fucking gay freak