Spoooooooky
Spoo Spooky
Spooooooooky
Yeeaahhuhhh
Spooooooky
Spoo
Bass ain't nothing without 808s
And a couple bars serving life sentence
As I ask for repentance cause I'm killing it
Feeling it, too sick I'm so ill in it
Saliva on the flow I had to spit on it
Look up, sky's the limit no ceiling in
These words I had to go ahead and riddle in
If you have ADHD my music is your Ritalin
Running man I don't do the dance , that's too stagnant... I advance
Weather man... said I drip drip, that's the forecast and I'm wearing it
I do whatever, live however
Work hard and put no fear in it
I listen to elders, get wiser, work smarter
Then put my heart in it
All in it, fall in it, I'm gassed up
You fartin shit
And that is the reason why no one wants ya kid
That's just an orphan bar don't get sensitive
Me and the team win back to back consecutive
Enemies working together to become competitive
Tryna move into the crew like a resident
I live my life just like the president... 44 (Obama)
I'm 24, been a laker fan cause of Kobe yo
From the DMV, we'll show you wizardry
A lot of Harry Potter's and Houdini's
Make a wish I need my genie
Rubbin on the bottle
She got an hour glass
Throwing shots off the back
Alley oop with the pass
Smooth with the sound like jazz
Full throttle on the gas
Spooky
Spooky flows
Like a haunted house with some ghost
On the 31st like I'm trick or treating
I don't need to trick for no treat
I eat good bon appetite
Heard ya tryna feast with the beast
Heard ya tryna kick it bring ya cleats
Heard ya tryna meet the meat and greet
I kill a beat... here's the eulogy
Lyric fluently, beat the beat brutally
No instrumental has immunity
Words come together like communities
I'm just exercising my abilities
Harmonizing through some symphonies
Don has a ghost writer, that's a conspiracy
I'm the ghost writer, let's talk some written fees
These days rappers ain't got bars in their raps
So what that mean? they just talk a lot
Whole bunch of nothing, self incrimination
Then you get the wondering why the block is hot
I spit like lil Wayne's block is hot
With a whole bunch of metaphors, adjectives, similes with the some slurs in my words
To let y'all know I got it since birth
Witty Walt is what ya heard
If that goes over heads then you a bird
Don Bass - Spooky Flows Lyrics
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Spoooooooky
Spoo Spooky
Spooooooooky
Yeeaahhuhhh
Spooooooky
Spoo
Bass ain't nothing without 808s
And a couple bars serving life sentence
As I ask for repentance cause I'm killing it
Feeling it, too sick I'm so ill in it
Saliva on the flow I had to spit on it
Look up, sky's the limit no ceiling in
These words I had to go ahead and riddle in
If you have ADHD my music is your Ritalin
Running man I don't do the dance , that's too stagnant... I advance
Weather man... said I drip drip, that's the forecast and I'm wearing it
I do whatever, live however
Work hard and put no fear in it
I listen to elders, get wiser, work smarter
Then put my heart in it
All in it, fall in it, I'm gassed up
You fartin shit
And that is the reason why no one wants ya kid
That's just an orphan bar don't get sensitive
Me and the team win back to back consecutive
Enemies working together to become competitive
Tryna move into the crew like a resident
I live my life just like the president... 44 (Obama)
I'm 24, been a laker fan cause of Kobe yo
From the DMV, we'll show you wizardry
A lot of Harry Potter's and Houdini's
Make a wish I need my genie
Rubbin on the bottle
She got an hour glass
Throwing shots off the back
Alley oop with the pass
Smooth with the sound like jazz
Full throttle on the gas
Spooky
Spooky flows
Like a haunted house with some ghost
On the 31st like I'm trick or treating
I don't need to trick for no treat
I eat good bon appetite
Heard ya tryna feast with the beast
Heard ya tryna kick it bring ya cleats
Heard ya tryna meet the meat and greet
I kill a beat... here's the eulogy
Lyric fluently, beat the beat brutally
No instrumental has immunity
Words come together like communities
I'm just exercising my abilities
Harmonizing through some symphonies
Don has a ghost writer, that's a conspiracy
I'm the ghost writer, let's talk some written fees
These days rappers ain't got bars in their raps
So what that mean? they just talk a lot
Whole bunch of nothing, self incrimination
Then you get the wondering why the block is hot
I spit like lil Wayne's block is hot
With a whole bunch of metaphors, adjectives, similes with the some slurs in my words
To let y'all know I got it since birth
Witty Walt is what ya heard
If that goes over heads then you a bird
Spoo Spooky
Spooooooooky
Yeeaahhuhhh
Spooooooky
Spoo
Bass ain't nothing without 808s
And a couple bars serving life sentence
As I ask for repentance cause I'm killing it
Feeling it, too sick I'm so ill in it
Saliva on the flow I had to spit on it
Look up, sky's the limit no ceiling in
These words I had to go ahead and riddle in
If you have ADHD my music is your Ritalin
Running man I don't do the dance , that's too stagnant... I advance
Weather man... said I drip drip, that's the forecast and I'm wearing it
I do whatever, live however
Work hard and put no fear in it
I listen to elders, get wiser, work smarter
Then put my heart in it
All in it, fall in it, I'm gassed up
You fartin shit
And that is the reason why no one wants ya kid
That's just an orphan bar don't get sensitive
Me and the team win back to back consecutive
Enemies working together to become competitive
Tryna move into the crew like a resident
I live my life just like the president... 44 (Obama)
I'm 24, been a laker fan cause of Kobe yo
From the DMV, we'll show you wizardry
A lot of Harry Potter's and Houdini's
Make a wish I need my genie
Rubbin on the bottle
She got an hour glass
Throwing shots off the back
Alley oop with the pass
Smooth with the sound like jazz
Full throttle on the gas
Spooky
Spooky flows
Like a haunted house with some ghost
On the 31st like I'm trick or treating
I don't need to trick for no treat
I eat good bon appetite
Heard ya tryna feast with the beast
Heard ya tryna kick it bring ya cleats
Heard ya tryna meet the meat and greet
I kill a beat... here's the eulogy
Lyric fluently, beat the beat brutally
No instrumental has immunity
Words come together like communities
I'm just exercising my abilities
Harmonizing through some symphonies
Don has a ghost writer, that's a conspiracy
I'm the ghost writer, let's talk some written fees
These days rappers ain't got bars in their raps
So what that mean? they just talk a lot
Whole bunch of nothing, self incrimination
Then you get the wondering why the block is hot
I spit like lil Wayne's block is hot
With a whole bunch of metaphors, adjectives, similes with the some slurs in my words
To let y'all know I got it since birth
Witty Walt is what ya heard
If that goes over heads then you a bird
Writer: Walt M
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid