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2003 SPADAFORA Video (MV)




Performed By: Bill Waves & M. Stacks
Language: English
Length: 2:14
Written by: Miguel Brown Jr., Bill Niels




Bill Waves & M. Stacks - 2003 SPADAFORA Lyrics




She fell asleep with her face in my lap, just like Spadafora in 2003
I beat that pussy out the frame of the bed
The Pittsburgh Kid I got a name now your mad
Bitch, first of all, my work speaks for itself
I don't even need to invest Instagram ads
Its not something special about me this is what you could do with your craft, If you sit the f*ck down, stay in the studio, instead of playing games like not putting the work in but just trying to look like the best
So pay attention to Math
They could've sworn I'd be a loser if that
You never saw a come back like this, the laws of the universe at work
Just be you who you really are, and you won't need a G Pass
Your verses are all mid grade at best
Im a rare jewel in the flesh
Pussy
I don't give a f*ck I'm not scared of death
I'm not tough, I'm just crazy
The April sun glows off my white tee
Im a ghost, in matching air forces ones so when I walk down the street I'm illuminated

I'm just trying some new ideas til Im paid but
The biggest lie is to think that for me to win in life, another man needs to lose
If your cool with me then were cool
I don't do features, please I don't like showing up on random projects that don't have meaning
Your just a decoration, I'm a genius
This is for the lost children, from the punk thieving kid Billy Niels , to write the most potent shit from the east side of Pittsburgh
I'm too honest, get off my penis
This is Self reliance I could never go back to who I used to be
So I promise you'll never meet him
While I'm busy writing a piece they're gona put in a theatre
Your still robbing Paul to pay Peter and That's the shit I don't believe in
Oh your so privileged so really it must be so easy
Mother f*cker I used to snatch purses, and enter homes just to get some money for my evening
Air quality color orange all summer, roll a blunt up and watch some TV
I got the largest pee pee in the city
My crown is the shape of the PPG building I'm too pretty you can't f*ck with me
I used to set booby traps for the baby sitter, look at her boobs, and nut while I'm sleeping
2015 I was in a psychiatric clinic for a weekend, now I give my depression depression
Giving my blues the blues, because I'm too busy with my blessings mother f*cker believe me
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She fell asleep with her face in my lap, just like Spadafora in 2003
I beat that pussy out the frame of the bed
The Pittsburgh Kid I got a name now your mad
Bitch, first of all, my work speaks for itself
I don't even need to invest Instagram ads
Its not something special about me this is what you could do with your craft, If you sit the f*ck down, stay in the studio, instead of playing games like not putting the work in but just trying to look like the best
So pay attention to Math
They could've sworn I'd be a loser if that
You never saw a come back like this, the laws of the universe at work
Just be you who you really are, and you won't need a G Pass
Your verses are all mid grade at best
Im a rare jewel in the flesh
Pussy
I don't give a f*ck I'm not scared of death
I'm not tough, I'm just crazy
The April sun glows off my white tee
Im a ghost, in matching air forces ones so when I walk down the street I'm illuminated

I'm just trying some new ideas til Im paid but
The biggest lie is to think that for me to win in life, another man needs to lose
If your cool with me then were cool
I don't do features, please I don't like showing up on random projects that don't have meaning
Your just a decoration, I'm a genius
This is for the lost children, from the punk thieving kid Billy Niels , to write the most potent shit from the east side of Pittsburgh
I'm too honest, get off my penis
This is Self reliance I could never go back to who I used to be
So I promise you'll never meet him
While I'm busy writing a piece they're gona put in a theatre
Your still robbing Paul to pay Peter and That's the shit I don't believe in
Oh your so privileged so really it must be so easy
Mother f*cker I used to snatch purses, and enter homes just to get some money for my evening
Air quality color orange all summer, roll a blunt up and watch some TV
I got the largest pee pee in the city
My crown is the shape of the PPG building I'm too pretty you can't f*ck with me
I used to set booby traps for the baby sitter, look at her boobs, and nut while I'm sleeping
2015 I was in a psychiatric clinic for a weekend, now I give my depression depression
Giving my blues the blues, because I'm too busy with my blessings mother f*cker believe me
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Writer: Miguel Brown Jr., Bill Niels
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