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Spring St
Hip-Hop/Rap
Spring St was released on January 1, 2024 by JFK392 as a part of the album Menaxe
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AlbumMenaxe
Release DateJanuary 1, 2024
LabelJFK392
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Menaxe
Menaxe
Songwriter
Emmanuel Marzette
Emmanuel Marzette
Songwriter

Lyrics

I put that heat up on that boy just like some Popcorn
Like Stop all the bs I got a full clip
Riding on 28s it's like I'm sitting on a zip
See imma Shooter and my opps they more like referees
And 1 up the score they kalled foul
All my blunts be taughting hitting hard black n mild
Rapping like u gangster why u paying for a body guard
Ain't talking bout no trees it's nun but sticks around my house
They say once you locked in then ain't no switching up
That's the dumbest shi I've ever heard Kause bitxh imma locksmith
Know lil homie bang the 5 like he josh smith
Fuck 12 b4 they ask a question imma plead the 5th
Glock 17 who I'm sleeping with
Serving str8 gas they b like damn this the real one
All these nifgas selling fake perks saying it's the real one
Blood in the water opps look like something sharks eat
Drop the pin I'll have it look like a car meet
No operation put a bullet where yo heart beat
Acting like ya pockets full but u hardly eat
Riding with a Baby AK with no kar seat
Palm angels hoodie kame from god it was not cheap
Yo weed don't have no flavor kall it broccoli
The way my bullets find my opps it's like it's meant to be
Extended clip opps get hit with documentary's
Murder what she wrote I hope yo life kame with a warranty
Don't play with my money that's like stepping in quicksand
Thigh pad like some hair imma twist with a rubber band
Walk you down for free ion even want the huunid bandz
Trap house jumping like a boxer with a jump rope
In these streets u might get licked like a Envolope
Looking for some smoke I'll give you cancer like a horoscope
I be so damn high to see me you'll need a telescope
Flyer than a pilot yo bitxh still gone let me drive the boat
Cocaine to yo ears she like damn this shi is hella dope
Know I run my jungle like I'm tarzan but this glock my rope
I just walked pass jesus he just told me I'm the fucking goat
Pockets elevating opps stressing running out of hope
All black like the matrix please don't try to make these bullets float
Know I'm like some food when she swallow all up in her throat
Damn I hate rats when I see em all I do is blow
Written by: Emmanuel Marzette
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