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I Spoils
88
Hip-Hop/Rap
I Spoils was released on May 5, 2009 by Scale-A-Ton Entertainment as a part of the album Scale-A-Ton
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Release DateMay 5, 2009
LabelScale-A-Ton Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM79

Credits

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Three 6 Mafia
Three 6 Mafia
Producer

Lyrics

Uh-huh (D─D─D─DJ Paul K.O.M.)
Uh-huh, uh-huh
I'ma tell you on the real, my boy
I own my parole officer, I know all my baby mommas
But I gotta have some fun, so they ain't gonna get none
I got grillz like Puffy, diamonds like Baby
Lenny like Jay Z, **** call me crazy
'Cause I spoils, I spoils myself
I─I spend my money till there ain't no one left
I got grillz like Puffy, diamonds like Baby
Lenny like Jay Z, **** call me crazy
'Cause I spoils, I spoils myself
I─I spend my money till there ain't no one left
I spend my money like I wanna spend my money
Get the fuck off my face, dummy, this ain't your money
If I wanna drop a last forty on a gram
Goin' to the Grammy? Best believe I am!
Holler at L.L, 'cause I know he on deck
I just cashed my check, my money to the sack
Stop by the mall, mane gotta get fresh
Can't step out on the time, gotta roll out fat
I can't step out with an even round clip
I can't step out without after hoes with a sip
My ride washed up, gotta watch the paint drip
I'ma party like, oh my mother, please don't trip
I got grillz like Puffy, diamonds like Baby
Lenny like Jay Z, **** call me crazy
'Cause I spoils, I spoils myself
I─I spend my money till there ain't no one left
I got grillz like Puffy, diamonds like Baby
Lenny like Jay Z, **** call me crazy
'Cause I spoils, I spoils myself
I─I spend my money till there ain't no one left
I always heard it'll be lonely at the top, so I had to bring some thugs with me
I always knew we'd party when we hit the top, so I had to bring some drugs with me
The fact that I got money make these suckers hide behind bandana, boy
I don't roll hits, ****, the stars spank on about your boy
Get you one, trick, get one, trick
You lil lyin' son of bitch, lil lyin' son of bitch (Bring it back)
I'm sayin, I'ma show yo girl how a real man live
Take her to the hill, show her how the rich live
Hard thing of style, when I peep with the whole city
I can make the average millionaire feel shitty
I got grillz like Puffy, diamonds like Baby
Lenny like Jay Z, **** call me crazy
'Cause I spoils, I spoils myself
I─I spend my money till there ain't no one left
I got grillz like Puffy, diamonds like Baby
Lenny like Jay Z, **** call me crazy
'Cause I spoils, I spoils myself
I─I spend my money till there ain't no one left
Written by: DJ Paul
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