PerryJhonz - Spice Adams Type Shit

Morning bars bitch
That old school shit bitch
PerryJhonz on the beat bitch
Never thought I’d be rapping
Niggas saw me on the street
And they thought I was cappin
But guess what
I made my own shit
Own flow and own rhyme
Buy a new watch
Cause nigga you wasting your own time
I come with that fire that hot as hell
You don’t sell
I see your shit at Walmart
In the bin labeled resell
That clearance
Motherfucker hear this
Instead of being on Tinder
You should be getting bitches
I made this shit early in the morning
You niggas was snoring
While I was chasing the bag
Had all of my teachers sad
Back in high school
They said I wasn’t gonna be shit
But guess what
They got fooled
My aura stay on some classic shit
Don’t like that
Go tell it to my ass and shit
This the type of groove
That perfect, and awesome, and wicked too
It’d have Spice Adams
Show up to ya cookout in a suit
Wearing Bluetooth, making calls
Shooting a basketball
Like Cream E. Biggums
Playing that streetball
Way out in Venice
Back in NBA Live
You busters give me jive
Best bet I’ll eat you alive
Like you was freshly fried
Now whatcha say na Chuck
You know that I don’t give a fuck
Bout none of these other punks
That wanna go toe-to-toe
That’s a fosho right on
Write me in the ballot
Like my name was Khabib Nurmagomedov
You know it’s off the dome
I’m losing control
While I’m keeping my mind focused
Swerving back and forth
From lane to lane
You know my meter stay insane
And I body this cryptic beat
Like I was born insane
From the brain
I cannot change
I met a cute little shawy
What’s yo name
She said my name is Kimberly
I said you tryna be with me
She said I live too far out East
I said no problem what’s the deets like
Every night I’m up in there
She said don’t mess up my hair
I vowed to do it
Even though I tried to take her there
We in bel-air we eating shrimp
I saw a baddie looking thick
I said girl ima have to dip
She said you’re such a fucking prick
Guess that’s how the game goes
When you got it like that
Hold up, let me backtrack
To the time when I invented it
A nigga stay slick, on some classic shit
You don’t like it
You can suck my dick
On some soft shit
Bitch

Written by:
Daniel Perry

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