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Spike Lee++ (feat. Trippy Trey) Video (MV)




Performed By: Allenouthere
Language: English
Length: 2:26
Written by: Trontay Byrd, Jalen Dallas
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Allenouthere - Spike Lee++ (feat. Trippy Trey) Lyrics
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Put the blick down, told them fight me, I just made a movie nigga like I'm Spike Lee
Aht of town call me Daniel son but I be swipin
Aht of town schemin through these stores like it's hot tea
Got this bitch tripping, crying at the gate like it's color purple
Like I got a pound of London OG, it came from Turkey
She call me tripping on my phone like, is it really worth it
I just flashed a hundred grand on Instagram, I know these bitches hurtin
They know a nigga in this bag, they know a nigga workin
I been sippin' on this one medicine, it got my stomach hurtin
I make some bands, I'm sellin' grams like, is your numbers workin'
Put a nigga's shit up aht the business, I just made a purchase
Bad bitch baggin' it up, I got naked bitches in the trap
Baggin' it up, inna striker on the east side
Goin' fast in the f*ck, all my niggas like that drug addict music
All my niggas got a cup, this that drug addict movement
Forgiatos on the tub, I ain't movin broke ass nigga
Mexicano on the job, for a slug cleanin pools
I just lit another, DEAD OPP
Spike cup full of, red pop
In the spot, gettin' chicken, RED ROBBIN
Balenciaga, Burberry, Codine, this a drug fit
I'm out here servin' white people, you on that Srub shit
I'm like, catch a nigga lackin' with no paper, get a gun, quick
They would've thought I'd beat his ass the way I punched it in
They would've thought I'd skip the class 'sex ed' the way I rushed it in
Tell this nigga get his daughter, cause she f*ckin men
Trip probably somewhere on the east with a fat hoe
I get money, Probably somewhere on the east with a stacked hoe
Told this bitch ain't playin' games, Ion tac toe
My nigga Allen Turnt, he f*ck with B.B.Ws
Niggas gettin' mad and throwin' chairs in the club, but this ain't ECW
You ain't ever seen a nigga lackin' with his gang, we threw a royal rumble
He out here lackin' with no blick, we took his chain right from him
And I'm out here stuffin' on these hoes, they better not say nothin
Bitch, hmm, better not say shit
I got a bitch who keep on suckin' on some rape shit
I got bitches linin' after line, cause I lay shit
Cut a hoe off from the west, she can't take dick
White bitch everywhere I go, cause I'm racist
You a broke-ass nigga, you should face it
I'm the type to put his momma in the basement
Turn the angle sideways, bitch, it's adjacent
I catch a nigga with an aim, they better play em quick
I'm like Snotty Nose, pushin' P for real, I might just shank shit
I smack this bitch up in the club, her nigga ain't shit
He look back and told his lil' bitch it is what it is
I got this blick on me, I'm quick to rob yo' big homie
My nigga said we rocked Giuseppes now, like, f*ck them Rick Owens
You talkin' tough as hell, but you won't keep goin
Like I'm the type to catch a nigga in the store and sick a bitch on him
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Put the blick down, told them fight me, I just made a movie nigga like I'm Spike Lee
Aht of town call me Daniel son but I be swipin
Aht of town schemin through these stores like it's hot tea
Got this bitch tripping, crying at the gate like it's color purple
Like I got a pound of London OG, it came from Turkey
She call me tripping on my phone like, is it really worth it
I just flashed a hundred grand on Instagram, I know these bitches hurtin
They know a nigga in this bag, they know a nigga workin
I been sippin' on this one medicine, it got my stomach hurtin
I make some bands, I'm sellin' grams like, is your numbers workin'
Put a nigga's shit up aht the business, I just made a purchase
Bad bitch baggin' it up, I got naked bitches in the trap
Baggin' it up, inna striker on the east side
Goin' fast in the f*ck, all my niggas like that drug addict music
All my niggas got a cup, this that drug addict movement
Forgiatos on the tub, I ain't movin broke ass nigga
Mexicano on the job, for a slug cleanin pools
I just lit another, DEAD OPP
Spike cup full of, red pop
In the spot, gettin' chicken, RED ROBBIN
Balenciaga, Burberry, Codine, this a drug fit
I'm out here servin' white people, you on that Srub shit
I'm like, catch a nigga lackin' with no paper, get a gun, quick
They would've thought I'd beat his ass the way I punched it in
They would've thought I'd skip the class 'sex ed' the way I rushed it in
Tell this nigga get his daughter, cause she f*ckin men
Trip probably somewhere on the east with a fat hoe
I get money, Probably somewhere on the east with a stacked hoe
Told this bitch ain't playin' games, Ion tac toe
My nigga Allen Turnt, he f*ck with B.B.Ws
Niggas gettin' mad and throwin' chairs in the club, but this ain't ECW
You ain't ever seen a nigga lackin' with his gang, we threw a royal rumble
He out here lackin' with no blick, we took his chain right from him
And I'm out here stuffin' on these hoes, they better not say nothin
Bitch, hmm, better not say shit
I got a bitch who keep on suckin' on some rape shit
I got bitches linin' after line, cause I lay shit
Cut a hoe off from the west, she can't take dick
White bitch everywhere I go, cause I'm racist
You a broke-ass nigga, you should face it
I'm the type to put his momma in the basement
Turn the angle sideways, bitch, it's adjacent
I catch a nigga with an aim, they better play em quick
I'm like Snotty Nose, pushin' P for real, I might just shank shit
I smack this bitch up in the club, her nigga ain't shit
He look back and told his lil' bitch it is what it is
I got this blick on me, I'm quick to rob yo' big homie
My nigga said we rocked Giuseppes now, like, f*ck them Rick Owens
You talkin' tough as hell, but you won't keep goin
Like I'm the type to catch a nigga in the store and sick a bitch on him
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Writer: Trontay Byrd, Jalen Dallas
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