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Spirit of the Game Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil Webb
Length: 2:12
Written by: Mark Johnson Jr




Lil Webb - Spirit of the Game Lyrics




All about to change
My life and the game
Not one in the same
Been a singer showin range
Skipping class to go write my essays
To making sure my mama rent paid
Oo
Niggas bitches lookin birdo
Bring the bang to the bitties like I'm Kirko
Let me hit it first tho
We all hit, you sure tho
Feelin froggy my bois poppin out their shells ninja turtles
Ain't a hurdle
We ain't been over yet
Lookin in my circle full of soldiers and vets
Hundred percent
Ya bois the connect
Realest one around
Oh you get it yet?
A circlet
Made it out the circus
Keep me from the clowns
All the jokin isn't worth it
I'm emerging
Flower from the concrete
Mama and ya auntie
Find it hard to get em off me
Shimmy to the hook
Hooked like an apostrophe
Hooked scrappin poppy seeds
Hooked I got her on her knees
Ya honor please
Don't dishonor me
I put on a show it's my job to please
Yeah I'm out the stu this a job release
Only want the criticism keep the comments please
I don't give a f*ck honestly
Only homies and money can talk to me
Only hearing the spirits a god in me
Couldn't be my voice possibly
When I'm in the booth
I try to give em wings
Got love for my people wanna give em better things
Got love for the women never give a wedding ring
I'm too busy sinnin to just give em everything
I could do it all
Only if you ask
Now I'm puttin work in and demanding all the cash
Coulda cut it in the past
Too much too much
How can I trust women more than two f*cked up
Now I'm draggin these bitches I'm too f*cked up
When they hit me they give me that ooo na-na
Spirit of the game hear that oo rah-rah
That oo rah-rah
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All about to change
My life and the game
Not one in the same
Been a singer showin range
Skipping class to go write my essays
To making sure my mama rent paid
Oo
Niggas bitches lookin birdo
Bring the bang to the bitties like I'm Kirko
Let me hit it first tho
We all hit, you sure tho
Feelin froggy my bois poppin out their shells ninja turtles
Ain't a hurdle
We ain't been over yet
Lookin in my circle full of soldiers and vets
Hundred percent
Ya bois the connect
Realest one around
Oh you get it yet?
A circlet
Made it out the circus
Keep me from the clowns
All the jokin isn't worth it
I'm emerging
Flower from the concrete
Mama and ya auntie
Find it hard to get em off me
Shimmy to the hook
Hooked like an apostrophe
Hooked scrappin poppy seeds
Hooked I got her on her knees
Ya honor please
Don't dishonor me
I put on a show it's my job to please
Yeah I'm out the stu this a job release
Only want the criticism keep the comments please
I don't give a f*ck honestly
Only homies and money can talk to me
Only hearing the spirits a god in me
Couldn't be my voice possibly
When I'm in the booth
I try to give em wings
Got love for my people wanna give em better things
Got love for the women never give a wedding ring
I'm too busy sinnin to just give em everything
I could do it all
Only if you ask
Now I'm puttin work in and demanding all the cash
Coulda cut it in the past
Too much too much
How can I trust women more than two f*cked up
Now I'm draggin these bitches I'm too f*cked up
When they hit me they give me that ooo na-na
Spirit of the game hear that oo rah-rah
That oo rah-rah
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Writer: Mark Johnson Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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