Spirit Bomb AJ Tracey
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[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen
It's time to test the spirit bomb
[Verse 1]
My kicks Louis Vuit
Bet you thought I was gonna say Kang
Jumped on the mic, flow's too deep
Bet you thought I was gonna say nang
Try set pace like I never could beat
Bet you thought I was gonna say ran
Man got stomped and dashed the next man
Man got burst and left with that tan
Man can't ever try chat to a G
AJT from MTP
Light skin yout from T&T
Raised in the south just like FT
Raised in the south like Grizzy One Fiddy
So I don't ever stray far from a nizzy
If I ain't in a trap house with a Pyrex
Then I'm at a girls yard sucking on titties
Drop bombs in a pagan's bunker
In beef I was raised with the hunger
Old man tryna talk shit about straps
You can be the first one bunned by a younger
Take breath and soul with that pumper
Give man a donut hole in that jumper
Hide food and teeth at that girl's crib
Blue foot baby mum with that bumper
Her own yard so it's bless up
Two two yard food then I undress her
Got bare white Air Ones in their boxes
'Cause I always gotta stay fresh like Pressure
'Cause I always gotta stay fresh like Deadly
Drop bare heat in mugs like Tetley
Man get beef and call me bare pepper
Call that dish South African medley
Ladies and gentlemen
It's time to test the spirit bomb
[Verse 1]
My kicks Louis Vuit
Bet you thought I was gonna say Kang
Jumped on the mic, flow's too deep
Bet you thought I was gonna say nang
Try set pace like I never could beat
Bet you thought I was gonna say ran
Man got stomped and dashed the next man
Man got burst and left with that tan
Man can't ever try chat to a G
AJT from MTP
Light skin yout from T&T
Raised in the south just like FT
Raised in the south like Grizzy One Fiddy
So I don't ever stray far from a nizzy
If I ain't in a trap house with a Pyrex
Then I'm at a girls yard sucking on titties
Drop bombs in a pagan's bunker
In beef I was raised with the hunger
Old man tryna talk shit about straps
You can be the first one bunned by a younger
Take breath and soul with that pumper
Give man a donut hole in that jumper
Hide food and teeth at that girl's crib
Blue foot baby mum with that bumper
Her own yard so it's bless up
Two two yard food then I undress her
Got bare white Air Ones in their boxes
'Cause I always gotta stay fresh like Pressure
'Cause I always gotta stay fresh like Deadly
Drop bare heat in mugs like Tetley
Man get beef and call me bare pepper
Call that dish South African medley
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