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BUBBLEGUM (feat. h4ze m1st) Video (MV)




Performed By: Spennie
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Spencer Nelson, Jacob Tirado




Spennie - BUBBLEGUM (feat. h4ze m1st) Lyrics
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I said motherf*ck the world cuz I don't give a single f*ck about it
Drop a tab of acid now I'm laughing like a f*cking goblin
Smoke some chronic
Bitch I roll it fat when I be tripping
If I catch you talking shit I'll leave you knocked out in a ditch
Smoke a fat backwoods tripping in the alley
My demons have revived in the forefront of my mind
But I f*cking lock my door when they try to get inside
But tonight I'm feeling like they've taken over now I'm looking for closure
Smoke another ounce of dope and now I'm losing composure
My lungs are tortured on the daily I bring death a bit closer
I been spending all my cash so I don't have to be sober
Working doubles twice a week to get the revenue for it
Broke as a joke but the beats are coming strong like the smoke
It won't be long til' I get paid for all the shit that I wrote
I might be the one to smoke your set then spark up the sesh
I know my mind jumps off a cliff if I go off of the meds
We don't f*ck around we kick you on the ground until your red
Blood is coming out your nose it's leaking from your f*cking head
What's said is said what's done is done
I'm on the run ain't got a gun
Still f*cking up some shit for fun
Smoke up a blunt and cruise around to all my favorite songs
Throw his ass up in a pit just like fish in a barrel dawg
Leave him for the dirt and watch his carcass rot into the earth
I drive away and laugh while toking on some chronic herb
Chillin but I ain't no villain
Haze Mist been killing but ain't no trace
Boy this ain't no race
Pull up and I hit your face
It don't take fakes
It takes balls and blood really I've had enough
Pull up and beat your butt
Daddy Jake on the run
Better not pull my gun
Four Five and it's takin four lives and trading one hand
No headband
Making sure your done so I get that ten grand
You and all your homies get first entry into Ledland
Hollow like my bullets hella grainy like I'm sandman
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I said motherf*ck the world cuz I don't give a single f*ck about it
Drop a tab of acid now I'm laughing like a f*cking goblin
Smoke some chronic
Bitch I roll it fat when I be tripping
If I catch you talking shit I'll leave you knocked out in a ditch
Smoke a fat backwoods tripping in the alley
My demons have revived in the forefront of my mind
But I f*cking lock my door when they try to get inside
But tonight I'm feeling like they've taken over now I'm looking for closure
Smoke another ounce of dope and now I'm losing composure
My lungs are tortured on the daily I bring death a bit closer
I been spending all my cash so I don't have to be sober
Working doubles twice a week to get the revenue for it
Broke as a joke but the beats are coming strong like the smoke
It won't be long til' I get paid for all the shit that I wrote
I might be the one to smoke your set then spark up the sesh
I know my mind jumps off a cliff if I go off of the meds
We don't f*ck around we kick you on the ground until your red
Blood is coming out your nose it's leaking from your f*cking head
What's said is said what's done is done
I'm on the run ain't got a gun
Still f*cking up some shit for fun
Smoke up a blunt and cruise around to all my favorite songs
Throw his ass up in a pit just like fish in a barrel dawg
Leave him for the dirt and watch his carcass rot into the earth
I drive away and laugh while toking on some chronic herb
Chillin but I ain't no villain
Haze Mist been killing but ain't no trace
Boy this ain't no race
Pull up and I hit your face
It don't take fakes
It takes balls and blood really I've had enough
Pull up and beat your butt
Daddy Jake on the run
Better not pull my gun
Four Five and it's takin four lives and trading one hand
No headband
Making sure your done so I get that ten grand
You and all your homies get first entry into Ledland
Hollow like my bullets hella grainy like I'm sandman
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Writer: Spencer Nelson, Jacob Tirado
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