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SpotemGottem Ft. DaBaby - "Beat Box 3"
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SpotemGottem
SpotemGottem
Vocals
DaBaby
DaBaby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elisner Joseph
Elisner Joseph
Songwriter
Nehemiah Harden
Nehemiah Harden
Songwriter
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DAMN E
DAMN E
Producer

Lyrics

Best motherfuckin' rapper, nigga, this Baby, nigga, let's go Ready to get it started, nigga (Go) Whenever you want it I was the man with the plan since a shawty Pull up to the Grammy Awards with my .40 (Go) She told me she like how I'm dressin' and I ain't eatin' no salad (Uh-huh) Stevie Wonder can see that I'm havin' I told her, "Be patient," she waited I gave her the dick, she walked out doin' the "'Beat Box' Challenge" Like, yeah, get in there, baby (Get in there) You know me, hit you anywhere, baby (Let's go) Know she gon' do whatever I say I could piss in a cup, call it lemonade, baby Let that bitch off, I'm a renegade, baby (Brr) I'ma get outta there, I ain't feelin' that (Huh?) Nigga run up on me with a cell phone out He gon' fuck around, die on the internet (Doo-doo-doo-doo) Fuck it, kill him on IG Live Let the whole world see the nigga die (Die) Yeah, shout-out to SpotEm', we got 'em (Get down) Even though he a rapper, he shot him I get this big pretty-ass smile from my mama (Cheese) Get this motherfuckin' voice from my daddy I learned how to pimp on them hoes from my uncle (Pimp, pimp) Let her suck on my toes 'cause I'm nasty (Okay) Like fuck it, she asked me to do it Play with me, I'ma actually shoot you Most of these niggas be cap and, we knew it These niggas drop shit and we laugh at they music I know how to murder these niggas with kindness Fuckin' they bitch from the back, how I do it I buy a Cuban and fill it with diamonds Send my assistant to pick up some condoms Instagram model at the hotel textin' me now Want me to give her the Johnson Damn, that nigga Baby on fire (Bah-bah) And it won't go out, they know that lil' nigga's a problem Got a big .45 on de-cock (Go) Usin' big words like I'm T.I. (Turn up) Don't wanna get me started, nigga Turn me up, niggas gon' see why Nigga, you a bitch, JoJo Siwa (Bitch) You let the wrong nigga get rich Both of these chains on my neck, they compete with each other They fightin' and throwin' a fit Know how these hoes like to argue and beef with each other She fightin' now over the dick You should already know you ain't searchin' DaBaby 'Cause that nigga like to come in with the stick I don't like to get into the mix (No) I done got paid in full, my nigga I get them hoes like I'm Mitch Even got white people all on my dick (Go) Yeah, second year, six-time Grammy-nominated Came through turnt up, everybody hated Before I had my first M, it was Billion Dollar Baby He bet the house and his self like Las Vegas (Go) You want this shit? Gotta earn it He off the leash, he don't think he can get murdered Know how to swim, so I fuck with who fuckin' with me I take a bridge and I burn it Let me see if you can swim, lil' nigga Shit gettin' out of hand, I just parked a new Benz Hopped in a new Benz, lil' nigga (Let's go) And I don't want new friends Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off Tried to get away from me, had a standoff Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss Thuggin' in my Reeboks, ridin' with a G-SHOCK Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box In Miami with my motherfuckin' heat out With another nigga bitch, said she got her feet out I walked in the party, I'm on my big goon shit Ready to get it started, bitch, I got no sense Oh, he the plug, ridin' 'round with four bricks Call me Kobe, twenty-four on me Can't fuck wit' her no more, that lil' bitch, she do the most I get my groove on every time I see them folks I got the antidote, I'm thinking that's something you need to know I'm smooth and I'm cold, she know my wrist on froze Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll She playin' my song, I got her takin' off her thong I'm tryna get it on, she feeling all over my Peter bone Two rights don't make a wrong, it just go on and on I'm kickin' shit like Jackie Chan 'til they got my kicks on I aim, I hit my target, I'ma up this bitch regardless Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off Tried to get away from me, had a standoff Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss Th— Th— Thuggin' in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box
Writer(s): Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Nehemiah Lamar Harden, Elisner Joseph, Ijah Jiru Cheatham Stoute Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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