Lyrics:
Caught up in my web
You got me caught up in your head
Caught up in my web
You got me caught up in your head
Dissect you, detect my style like Ceausescu
braba, hj e festa na minha house
Policia la na esquina, 7 galo ta fortão
Fui buscar o meu xara, o famoso rajadao
As mina ta tipo como, me paganado um
P.L.O. style Buddha monks with the owls
P.L.O. style Buddha monks with the owls
P.L.O. style Buddha monks with the owls
P.L.O. style
Here comes
of been that four door with Sue (woo)
Or was that Web's CL coupe (woo)
It coulda been ocean in the Aston (uh huh)
Or Ruggs Beamer gassin (uh huh)
I know
in my abilities
Yea hold up, web swinging in my own lane
Been single for a while
Looking for my Mary Jane
Im going Peter Parker on my enemies
Wait my
thought I'd lost the blues, yes, I thought I'd paid my dues
I thought I'd found the life to suit my style
But here I sit ol' Spider John
The robber
to come to this
But if you're listening then
This is your problem now
I know you're skimming the web
Looking for remedies but
Nothing's going to save you
of pillows
Smack the haters, pee their bed
Venomous flows like White Widow
Got you stuck up in my web
Stuck up in my web, you should know there's no escape
Zgaw web9aw hakdak
Bhayame takol wtechrab wentaya blak hadak jak
Kid zman ja ddak
Drari dyalna kamyine lhoufa men zan9a l'zan9a
Messmoumine wnzido fssam
a knife, say what
On target like a sniper
She drives me wild, clutch dodge viper
Paralyzed within her web of sin
And so my story just begins
Seen a dime
lifetime
'Cus everyone lives, but some just dont be alive
I see these clones, they spreading got me cockeyed
Heard to many people on the web said its
P.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls
Here comes the ruckus, the motherfuckin ruckus
Thousands of cut-throats and purse-snatchin fucks
Straight
is what we need for new human contact
Not even your own server can save you
We all caught up in the web is so true
No GPS what will you do?
(No e mails
Rover
Vengo dove vuoi tu dimmi dove
Sì
Passo da lei poi arrivo Rover
High Life style
Mi faccio un Rover
(Eh Eh)
Rover
Vengo dove vuoi tu dimmi dove
Man, I'm married to the game
It's a lifestyle
And I'm just tryna know if I'm the right child
To save the game from the curse with the right style
If
taped, and all the weights and ice
To get the dough and the guns, and then we straight
He had the block locked, he knew the spot block
On some real web
thought I'd paid my dues
And I thought I'd found a life to suit my style.
And I was Spider John, the robberman
Long, tall, and handsome,
Yes, I was
Hey you hear those sirens wail
But those cops can go to hell
Cause i'm swingin in and kicking ass tonight, vigilante style
NYC is burnin down
But hey
sneaking
Can't even talk about the webs that you've been weaving
You're fussy bout this fussy bout that
Can't take you anywhere you don't know how to act
features Fenty on no Vicky secrets
Miami night dreaming web history it's all Neimans
Dripping like a runway she got Valentino demons
Palm angels, lovello
irrational portrait
Web of lies, fake smile on for disguise
Stupid fights, irrational thoughts in clear lines
Lucid dreams confusing the mind I'm up all night
style to stlye
[Aceyalone]
So much room when you're circling the moon
And don't wanna come back down, trapped and doom
[The Soul of John Black-Singing]
(You know it's Tobii with the wave)
This one na jam o
Search on the world wide web
I am the best you'd get
Hit em from end to end
Hit em with no finesse
Def ain't stable
No deceivin and weavin a web, I be leavin a stain in your brain and bustin your vein
Pickin and kickin a style I be lickin and shakin
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