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Butch Dawson - Spam lyrics

Artist: Butch Dawson

album: Spam


Live the life
Sacrifice
It was Spam and rice, two candle lights
No light at night.
Live the life
Like its Paradise
Now I hate flights
Like im scared of heights
Worth the wait
Still outer space
Still on the interstate
Don't be in the way
My bitch a bae
My clique is gang
Shit was lemonade
I took the stage and made a wave
Sad boy with these 808s I conversate wit Que
(Yeahh uh)
Bitch what my name?
Still ain't used fame
For the fuck of it, I take the bus I take the train
For the fuck of it, I fuck her once then fuck again!
Im in my bag bitch
Don't got a clue why you mad bitch?
I'm on that ass bitch
I let her feel all on the fabric
Shawty a bad bitch
This ain't hat trick
Converting the rap the the jazz bitch
Cookin a classic
I gotta, I gotta have it!
23 hundred my fit
I like a little scruff on my kicks
Always got time for a flick
Shawty wanna suck this dick
Niggas want see me out
Fucked up damn near dead
Sleept on a futon couch
Dreaming about a king size bed
Live the life
Sacrifice
It was Spam and rice, two candle lights
No light at night.
Live the life
Like its Paradise
Now I hate flights
Like im scared of heights
Live the life
Sacrifice
It was Spam and rice, two candle lights
No light at night.
Live the life
Like its Paradise
Now I hate flights
Like im scared of heights
Back from the dead
I left her on read
Call me the goat I got horns on my head
Clips in the bed
Making a movie recorded on red yeah
Art in my heart
Dope in my nails
Weight on the scale
Feds on my tail
Sonic the trail
Bitch I am lit
I never could fail
I was considered a dope boy
Way before Killa and oh boy
AT&T wit the android
They left a nigga wit no choice
Bitch I got on ice ice ice
Fuck ICE if it's up to me I would hit they head with a good price
All we got is the hoodlife
Pray to god for a good life
Fridge full and fruit ripe
2 doors and the coupe white
Throwing bread like a food fight
Fake smiles oh you too nice
What's a poker face to a joker face gotta know ya worth gotta know ya rate
350 for the bathing apes
23 hundred my fit
I like a little scruff on my kicks
Always got time for a flick
Shawty wanna suck this dick
Niggas want see me out
Fucked up damn near dead
Slept on a futon couch
Dreaming about a king size bed
Live the life
Sacrifice
It was Spam and rice, two candle lights
No light at night.
Live the life
Like its Paradise
Now I hate flights
Like im scared of heights
Live the life
Sacrifice
It was Spam and rice, two candle lights
No light at night.
Live the life
Like its Paradise
Now I hate flights
Like im scared of heights

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