SEXTUPLE AGENT Lyrics – Street Kult
Singer: Street Kult
Title: SEXTUPLE AGENT
SPACECOCK:
f#ck what they say
f#ck with the gang
f#ck what it pay
f#ck with the pain
Sweat through my clothes
Gon take a swing
Gon let em hang
Gon take ya b#tch
Gon let me in
Gon make her scream
Fo’ sho’
Cop newer gear
Cops in the mirror
Cop better fear dirty off the quila no cap
I need a blue suitcase
For the bootlegs
20 cool racks in a jansport loot bag yuh
JERF:
I got moves i ain’t sittin in checkmate
f#ckin wit rotation get ya motherf#ckin head straight
Money in my prime imma get it in next day
Lookin in my pockets you can only see the dead faces
Yea i really hatе sh#t
Yea i gotta life, i don’t really prеciate it
Catch me in the grass, i been jumpin in the snake pits
I don’t even know what imma do after i make this
f#ckit
I’m just a subject of functions with running intentions of nothing
I’m coming to something I know and I guess
Dont f#ck with the messes of f#cking up all the ones coming up in my section regrets
I know you banging them sets
That sh#t is all for da pests
You needa rest, for real
Cause you don’t know what’s coming next, for real
SPACECOCK:
Two for the one’s down bad
Few taps to the dome
No sleep no clock (cock) I’m spinning
Nic rush make the room tilt like stilts in a class five
That’s ‘ight rip my vision
Loco let the rings show at a house tour
I’m a cheap wh#re with a high class woman
All my dogs getting dead prez pullin’ in the wheat bread
I just want a type R civic
TERRY:
You put me through hell and back
So you get nothing
Sit back to realize your time is up for nothing
Kite your b#tch then run it
You so brave and cunning
Let’s go make more money
Let’s go make some honey
Copying that body
Won’t put money the bank
Keep me in the lobby
If you gonna be a shame
How you gonna talk to me
Like boy we not the same
Boy we not the same
Boy we not the same
Boy we not the same
Copying that body
Won’t put money the bank
Keep me in the lobby
If you gonna be a shame
How you gonna talk to me
Like boy you ain’t the same
Boy we not the same
EDDIE:
Came up from the south side
27 rip to the strip f#ck a downsize
Know I been about mine
Am to the pm no downtime
New wave sh#t you just sticking to the guild lines
Now I slide by no slip slide
Old hoes hittin up the phone tryna give the boy a spit shine
N the the old bros hittin up the phone telling me that I’m a fraud like look at me big time
Uhh
Errbody looking handout
Better keep them hands down
You ain’t getting sh#t from me
I was down not a dollar in my pocket
Lotta doubters in my corner told em you gone see
People switching on me like the seasons
Didn’t wanna do it but you gave me every reason
I’ll be in the city for the weekend one way flight cut ties cause I’m leaving
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