Lyrics:
Ain't another woman that can take your spot
My
If I wrote you a symphony
Just to say how much you mean to me (what would you do?)
If I told you
Ain't another woman that can take your spot
My
If I wrote you a symphony
Just to say how much you mean to me (what would you do?)
If I told you
Aight, now we got that out the way, let's double up
It's your boyfriend
Look here, if we in the club
And you trying to decide wether if you gon
and falsely accuse him
After being murdered by Pilate how can it be
these same white Romans established Christianity
Constantine would later see the cross in
BMB we back boy we bout to get our wave on
Shit
Niggaz got it fucked up
One time for the one time bodybag this bitch
Real shit
Buddy Rowe
I came from
or straight kilos
You know how we go, it's the Killa Bee show
Then I love you like how the Pharaoh loves Joseph
The Jews love Moses, like a man bendin' down
doodoo" (nah, nah)
"Hey, doo-," you know what I mean? (Dead, man)
Certain man fi get tump (dead, man)
That's how I look at it
You know what I'm sayin'?
a hood life to Beverly Hills
Vacation out to Portugal and buy a crib
Her brother and them some fake gangsters, that's how it really is (really is)
Yeah,
your bitch
If you fall off, and ask your mans for help
They gon' tell you, "No
You gotta ask your bitch"
Your man gon' lie and say he don't got it
Your
I Pull Up In Spot and I'm Throwing That Middle Finger
I Said That I Got What i Got How i Got cnd I'm Spending It
So Fuck it Don't Tell Me No Shit
in
All my homies got that work
After cooking clean them dishes
Got that residue
Man I'm telling you
How to pack it too
A rack or two
Get you black
the lot
Put a towel down cause I be targeting your spot
I know that it can stretch and I reach for it a lot
The wallets full and I had to move to pockets
I
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
Rewound the future to the present, paused it, don't ask how
Fuck the past, motherfucker, he's the shit right now
He's
at
And don't forget that H, get you smacked in your face
Got so many sons, I was young, now they half my age
90K out in Portugal, smile on my face, backlit stage
Portugal, smile on my face, backlit stage
My shit bad, shit crazy and that shit fascinates me
On my tongue where the tab is and it burn like battery acid
I
spittin' facts
Couldn't relax, the whole time I had weight up on my back
Be black gon back, I got pistols on deck
They gave 'cause seven flat, how many
know he died slow 'cause they heard it
The nigga ain't blew up the spot in a while
And the motherfucker ain't got shot in a while (you know?)
Just
they're watching how I walk and they're loving how I talk
You were sitting at the top but I'm coming for your spot
Just wont stop gotta give it all I got
When the fed rush in the dope spot
And your main man tell 'em how the coke drop
How he rain danced with me by the boat dock
I know when he did that, I
cold with a hot temper
Spot em like a leopard
cnd it was all for love
The way I came undone
Every single song
Coming straight
feeling
Lean into it
Try to enjoy it
It's also a part of the experience
When I'm at spot the man I'm always showing love
Leading with the heart
Back up on my shit
No remorse
Time to fuck it up
Intercourse
Drop on the spot
We take it by force
We steady goin up
Well of course
Make big moves
Uh
a chair, man, I'll fry for 'em (fry for em)
And if I got to take the stand, I'mma lie for 'em (lie for 'em)
It's me and you, hand in hand (forever)
I'm
Supposed to shoot one, but I'm like, fuck it, he got two shots
Can't get my drop like a leopard, I got new spots
Hold on, fuck it, I'm going too crazy again
Discuss these how the leopard got its spots by portugal the man Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In