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Spit Dat Out
90
Hip-Hop/Rap
Spit Dat Out was released on September 6, 2019 by SOFT BOY RECORDS as a part of the album Green Diesel
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Release DateSeptember 6, 2019
LabelSOFT BOY RECORDS
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM68

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kojaque
Kojaque
Performer
Luka Palm
Luka Palm
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Smith
Kevin Smith
Songwriter
Lukas Harkin
Lukas Harkin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
matt finnegan
matt finnegan
Producer
Kevin Smith
Kevin Smith
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Spit that out, spit that out
Get my name from out your mouth
Bitch, don't make me pull your chain and send the police to your spouse
Spit that out, spit that out
I'm not here to make you proud
I won't talk on what don't make me money
Boy, you're striking out
[Verse 2]
Spit that out, spit that out
Get my name from out your mouth
Bitch, don't make me pull your chain and send the police to your spouse
Spit that out, spit that out
I'm not here to make you proud
I won't talk on what don't make me money
Boy, you're striking out
[Verse 3]
Talking funny, what about?
I'm a king out in the South
And the North's been fuckin' with me since my Mammy pushed me out
Tryna make a pretty penny with a pen up in the bookies
Bet I'll make a milli' quicker writing
Hate me? Oh yeah, fuck me, that's relentless
And I meant it when I said the city's buzzin'
Somebody shook the hive and started kicking out my cousins
Catching cases, kicking off, I want whatever's in your cupboard
Take a digger to the Dáil and let the family fuckin' govern
Lord above us
At least I split it with my brothers
You should pay me what you owe me 'fore i snatch you from your covers
Boogie mandem in a black Suzuki coming for your mother
Make her tell me what I wanna hear, then tell her that I love her
[Verse 4]
Spit that out, spit that out
Send the police to your spouse
Spit that out, spit that out
I'm not here to make you proud
I won't talk on what don't make me money
Boy, you're striking out
[Verse 5]
Spit that out, spit that out
Get my name from out your mouth
Bitch, don't make me pull your chain and send the police to your spouse
Spit that out, spit that out
I'm not here to make you proud
I won't talk on what don't make me money
Boy, you're striking out
[Verse 6]
Out in Paris for a day
I don't know what day it is, ay
Karats on my chain
Baby wanna link, ay
Henny got us waved
She say she don't like to swim
But she came with a drip, yeah
100K plays came straight from your chick, ay
I don't got no whip (No)
Pull up in a Beyblade, take you for a spin
Boy acting too sweet, I might have to break his chin
Mayday, mayday, call the medic, girl, your man ain't faking sick, ay
Lukas stay with the energy
Hundreds on me, centipede
Got many money, many enemies
But the gang glow up like a LED
With a alligator on a sweater-vest
That's Lacoste and the denim jeans
And the whole crew smoking hella weed
So how you gon' half threaten me?
How you gon' half threaten me?
[Verse 7]
Spit that out, spit that out
Get my name from out your mouth
Bitch, don't make me pull your chain and send the police to your spouse
Spit that out, spit that out
I'm not here to make you proud
I won't talk on what don't make me money
Boy, you're striking out
[Verse 8]
Spit that out, spit that out
Get my name from out your mouth
Bitch, don't make me pull your chain and send the police to your spouse
Spit that out, spit that out
I'm not here to make you proud
I won't talk on what don't make me money
Boy, you're striking out
[Verse 9]
Spit that, ay...
Written by: Kevin Smith, Lukas Harkin
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