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Spazz Video (MV)




Performed By: 27zodeine
Length: 4:40
Written by: Alonzo Hightower




27zodeine - Spazz Lyrics




I'm a menace to society
Jus let me f*ck shorty, put ya pride aside for me
Tell the truth, I'm dat nigga, don't you lie to me
I can't solve ya problems, babygirl don't cry to me
I cannot be sellin you dreams
Cause baby you here for the moment
I gotta maintain and keep doing my thing
All of this fashion, yea all of this fashion
Nothin you done ever seen
Put that on Two7, I am a young legend
And I'm ballin like the dream-team, dream-team
Can't wait til I cash out on AMG
Forgiatos, leather on the seats
I been ballin, who can stop zodeine
Ayy, Nobody
Baby I cannot make you a option
Jigaboo we goin hard they can't stop it
I ain't got no bodies don't mean I won't catch a body
Ayy, ayy Two7
All this dosido got a nigga moonwalking
This jus the beginning, we finna start hawking
Put the dick in her mouth, she do a lotta talking
Hahahaa
Designer shit, all this shit you could never have
Smashed his ho cause he not on my level yet
Put me in olympics the way I run up a bag
I don't check the tag
These niggas is fags
She stuck on my dick like a tack
I was broke but I ain't goin back
Hardest young nigga and that is a fact
In that May weather, zodeine be feeling like Floyd
My brothers gone cut for me just like a sword
Hot shit I'm dropping, give me my award
Rock in ya hand and yeen even score it
Ima inflate
You Tom brady you gone deflate gate
Uh Wait
I can hold my own weight
Sweet ass nigga you ain't gone buss a grape
You got no bank, no rank
Now you gone sank
F*ck what a hater thank
Never smoke unleaded, all supreme like the tank
If I pull up in the coupe bet these bitches gone faint
I had to jugg to get it
I knew it was bad for me
So I had to up my livin
Now im rappin for a salary
Momma told me I was gifted
So I gotta watch who after me
If you ever need da pack
Hit zodeine, he got what you need
Hol up bitch, hol up bitch
Throw it up
Now I'm on my shit, im growing up
I was movin too fast, lean slow me up
Never let a hoe tell me I ain't good enough Because im cocky
What you gone do bout it
My hoes mean, if they friendly jus adopt em
My hoes clean, they get dirty gotta block em
I got a lot on my mind
Nahfr
Numb to the pain
I really can't feel
Coaching niggas how to rap, Jackson Phil
Only time you shootin is at the gun range
Applyin pressure had to gone let my nuts hang
All on backstreet, brother dashin the mustang
Got my own sound, stayed in my own lane
Yea, Yea
Can't keep up wit me you a joke
4th quarter and he choked
I got da power feeling like a pope
We not the same, im on another level
She started diggin, bought that hoe a shovel
Real rap, im a f*ckin professional
Shine on these niggas, im a walking bezel
Smith and wesson 40 ima spazz out
In a couple months, a benz and a house
Why I'm the topic in these niggas mouth
Im goin global and I came out the south
If I approach it gotta show me what you bout
I want the money had to take the safer route
She feigning zodeine, but I can't give her clout
Look out for my people and that's without a doubt
That's without a doubt
I knew that I had it figured out
Clean him out like a stain im talkin shout
Im still in the game, most of em fouling out
I gotta chase this shit right now
This might be my turn to take it now
This chance prolly won't come back around
The real never squeak they partna out
Goin up this season
Want a feature give me a reason
Been betrayed people be treason
You niggas on sleep bouta wakeup
Broke boyz get ya cake up
My bitches natural, don't do makeup
Not livin his raps, he a faker
Skuwop
Skuwop
You can't hang wit da gang
Lil nigga you a lame
What a shame
What a shame
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I'm a menace to society
Jus let me f*ck shorty, put ya pride aside for me
Tell the truth, I'm dat nigga, don't you lie to me
I can't solve ya problems, babygirl don't cry to me
I cannot be sellin you dreams
Cause baby you here for the moment
I gotta maintain and keep doing my thing
All of this fashion, yea all of this fashion
Nothin you done ever seen
Put that on Two7, I am a young legend
And I'm ballin like the dream-team, dream-team
Can't wait til I cash out on AMG
Forgiatos, leather on the seats
I been ballin, who can stop zodeine
Ayy, Nobody
Baby I cannot make you a option
Jigaboo we goin hard they can't stop it
I ain't got no bodies don't mean I won't catch a body
Ayy, ayy Two7
All this dosido got a nigga moonwalking
This jus the beginning, we finna start hawking
Put the dick in her mouth, she do a lotta talking
Hahahaa
Designer shit, all this shit you could never have
Smashed his ho cause he not on my level yet
Put me in olympics the way I run up a bag
I don't check the tag
These niggas is fags
She stuck on my dick like a tack
I was broke but I ain't goin back
Hardest young nigga and that is a fact
In that May weather, zodeine be feeling like Floyd
My brothers gone cut for me just like a sword
Hot shit I'm dropping, give me my award
Rock in ya hand and yeen even score it
Ima inflate
You Tom brady you gone deflate gate
Uh Wait
I can hold my own weight
Sweet ass nigga you ain't gone buss a grape
You got no bank, no rank
Now you gone sank
F*ck what a hater thank
Never smoke unleaded, all supreme like the tank
If I pull up in the coupe bet these bitches gone faint
I had to jugg to get it
I knew it was bad for me
So I had to up my livin
Now im rappin for a salary
Momma told me I was gifted
So I gotta watch who after me
If you ever need da pack
Hit zodeine, he got what you need
Hol up bitch, hol up bitch
Throw it up
Now I'm on my shit, im growing up
I was movin too fast, lean slow me up
Never let a hoe tell me I ain't good enough Because im cocky
What you gone do bout it
My hoes mean, if they friendly jus adopt em
My hoes clean, they get dirty gotta block em
I got a lot on my mind
Nahfr
Numb to the pain
I really can't feel
Coaching niggas how to rap, Jackson Phil
Only time you shootin is at the gun range
Applyin pressure had to gone let my nuts hang
All on backstreet, brother dashin the mustang
Got my own sound, stayed in my own lane
Yea, Yea
Can't keep up wit me you a joke
4th quarter and he choked
I got da power feeling like a pope
We not the same, im on another level
She started diggin, bought that hoe a shovel
Real rap, im a f*ckin professional
Shine on these niggas, im a walking bezel
Smith and wesson 40 ima spazz out
In a couple months, a benz and a house
Why I'm the topic in these niggas mouth
Im goin global and I came out the south
If I approach it gotta show me what you bout
I want the money had to take the safer route
She feigning zodeine, but I can't give her clout
Look out for my people and that's without a doubt
That's without a doubt
I knew that I had it figured out
Clean him out like a stain im talkin shout
Im still in the game, most of em fouling out
I gotta chase this shit right now
This might be my turn to take it now
This chance prolly won't come back around
The real never squeak they partna out
Goin up this season
Want a feature give me a reason
Been betrayed people be treason
You niggas on sleep bouta wakeup
Broke boyz get ya cake up
My bitches natural, don't do makeup
Not livin his raps, he a faker
Skuwop
Skuwop
You can't hang wit da gang
Lil nigga you a lame
What a shame
What a shame
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Writer: Alonzo Hightower
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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