Kevin Rudolf, Lil Wayne - Spit In Your Face lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kevin Rudolf, Lil Wayne - Spit In Your Face lyrics]
Αy yo oo ohh (ohh) ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh so I’mma spit in your face
Uh, straight off the bat
I come straight off my back with
A gun like I’m in Iraq
And in fact I attack and tackle
And sack and crack and crack ‘em
And snap back and battle my own shadow
Cause ya’ll wack and all that
Bullshit you're talking startin to get funky
Toss me the chunky, I’ma brew these punkies
Stir I’m from the block but you
Don’t pass like a flunky
We make a bitch a mule
And everybody act a donkey
Yes, I want you to come around
Here with that plan boy
I’ll shoot this mutherfucker til I
Burn my hand boy
Bust up in the court and shoot
The witness on the stand boy
This is my game ask everybody
In the stands boy
I’m all red I’m on fire like a ant pile
They put the clamp down if
I put the stamp down
You get the stampede, I make blood bleed
You suck dick, I succeed
Yeah, yeahhh, and this is how victory tastes
So I’ma spit in your face kevin
Singing ay yo oo ohh (ohh) ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh so I’mma spit in your face
Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh) ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh so I’mma spit in your face
If this is a race I ain’t going for
No place I am going for your place
While you are home, how you gon’
Fuck with me if I ain’t fuckin’ around
2 eyes to the sky
10 toes touching the ground
Bitch nigga I am not your homeboy
We are not from the same home boy
My Nina Baker bring your joy
I’ll destroy who you employ
I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr jones Roy
Y’all so backwards, I don’t do Backwoods
I’ma swisher man 8 in the morning you bouta
Get found by a fisherman
Yeaa, You guys is bitches, little girls
And Mr smith & Wesson wanna
Kiss your pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit
Fire at the devil
And I do whatever for the root of all evil
Gold, silver, bronze, no try the black medal
Turn your motherfucking flowers to feathers
Now fly to heaven kevin!
Singing ay yo oo ohh (ohh) ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh so I’mma spit in your face
Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh) ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh so I’mma spit in your face
And crazy’s what they're calling me
But crazy isn’t hardly what I am
Try creatively retarded I'm
Amazingly rewarded
Ain’t no faith in me the hardest never crack
I’m crack i’m dope in Reynolds Wrap
Now let’s just hope you get it back
Let’s just hope that you get it
And if I have anything to do with it
Motherfucker I did it
Yeah, Young Tune, guerrilla monsoon
Mr martian will hang your ass from the moon
'Cause you don’t get sun
You just get it soon turn your ID to a tomb
Goons R Us, the food's for us
We eat with our hands
No fork and spoon for us
We will take the knives
And we will take the wives
And we won’t take the jewelry but
We will take the lives yeah
And I'm no pig
But I'm the hog spitting in your face
So I’ma spit in your face
Singing ay yo oo ohh (ohh) ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh so I’mma spit in your face
Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh) ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh so I’mma spit in your face
Ay yo oo ohh so I’mma spit in your face
Uh, straight off the bat
I come straight off my back with
A gun like I’m in Iraq
And in fact I attack and tackle
And sack and crack and crack ‘em
And snap back and battle my own shadow
Cause ya’ll wack and all that
Bullshit you're talking startin to get funky
Toss me the chunky, I’ma brew these punkies
Stir I’m from the block but you
Don’t pass like a flunky
We make a bitch a mule
And everybody act a donkey
Yes, I want you to come around
Here with that plan boy
I’ll shoot this mutherfucker til I
Burn my hand boy
Bust up in the court and shoot
The witness on the stand boy
This is my game ask everybody
In the stands boy
I’m all red I’m on fire like a ant pile
They put the clamp down if
I put the stamp down
You get the stampede, I make blood bleed
You suck dick, I succeed
Yeah, yeahhh, and this is how victory tastes
So I’ma spit in your face kevin
Singing ay yo oo ohh (ohh) ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh so I’mma spit in your face
Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh) ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh so I’mma spit in your face
If this is a race I ain’t going for
No place I am going for your place
While you are home, how you gon’
Fuck with me if I ain’t fuckin’ around
2 eyes to the sky
10 toes touching the ground
Bitch nigga I am not your homeboy
We are not from the same home boy
My Nina Baker bring your joy
I’ll destroy who you employ
I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr jones Roy
Y’all so backwards, I don’t do Backwoods
I’ma swisher man 8 in the morning you bouta
Get found by a fisherman
Yeaa, You guys is bitches, little girls
And Mr smith & Wesson wanna
Kiss your pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit
Fire at the devil
And I do whatever for the root of all evil
Gold, silver, bronze, no try the black medal
Turn your motherfucking flowers to feathers
Now fly to heaven kevin!
Singing ay yo oo ohh (ohh) ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh so I’mma spit in your face
Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh) ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh so I’mma spit in your face
And crazy’s what they're calling me
But crazy isn’t hardly what I am
Try creatively retarded I'm
Amazingly rewarded
Ain’t no faith in me the hardest never crack
I’m crack i’m dope in Reynolds Wrap
Now let’s just hope you get it back
Let’s just hope that you get it
And if I have anything to do with it
Motherfucker I did it
Yeah, Young Tune, guerrilla monsoon
Mr martian will hang your ass from the moon
'Cause you don’t get sun
You just get it soon turn your ID to a tomb
Goons R Us, the food's for us
We eat with our hands
No fork and spoon for us
We will take the knives
And we will take the wives
And we won’t take the jewelry but
We will take the lives yeah
And I'm no pig
But I'm the hog spitting in your face
So I’ma spit in your face
Singing ay yo oo ohh (ohh) ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh so I’mma spit in your face
Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh) ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh so I’mma spit in your face