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"Tarantula" is a track by Ghetts, from the album Momentum 2 (The Return of Ghetto), released 4th April 2016. The track is 2:44 long. It's filed under Hip-Hop/Rap. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about Ghetts.
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Creep on the riddim like a spider See, this one's called Tarantula I feel sorry for the next generation of blacks RIP Mandela It's a mad world, black boy dissin' black girls Takin' a black pill but he couldn't handle her What a fuckboy, pengers alert though Up goes my antenna Look at the bloodclart back off You ever seen a man take a step back In amazement and take his bloodclart hat off? I Bobby Shmurda a new era come Like it grew legs and it bloodclart ran off Everyone shower till I bloodbath man off I never forget shit, I'm half-man, half-mammoth I'm talking, boy, you can't cut hard man off Listen up, man are liquored up Magnum inna ma system, let me ring a slut I am inna the position where I live it up I'm only going back in prison as a visitor Still I might ride out, giddy up By now, I should at least be a milli up Everybody be rappin' about trappin' I'mma find out how much food they're really pickin' up I know a man that might type in a website Just to see which one of you rappers are shining Soulja Boy's ex got kidnapped That's code talk for her grabbing a diamond They be studying the whole music scene And rappin the man up just look at Simon Alright, my bruddas, pass with flying colours It's your fault, look at what you're advertising Tools and watches The topic of the neighbourhood gossip Heard he had a chain, then a hater took it off him Heard he had a watch, like a hater wouldn't watch him Who you watching, me? you do a Coffin When it comes to guns, I know man that have flew a lot in (ke-ke-ke-ke) What's good? Heard you were shotting, where the food at? Is it peng, fam? Let me review that Sounds like me and my crew are plotting Hand on my heart, I wouldn't do that Two twos, me and my crew are shopping Don't hate, man a the darg, give me the loot, fam I don't wanna stab man, I don't wanna shoot man I don't wanna do any of the above to you, fam But, yeah, there's a but Man are hungry and you ain't hearing me, blood Stop that, start that, get that gwop Cock back, blast that, get that gwop What's that? Our gang, rep that block Hot pan, Tarzan, check that pop Old school, new school, man've been around Me, I'm out here, never in my house Who you was, I'm that nigga now Where's your girlfriend? Better ring her now Your Mrs Is just another one of my bitches Face it, we in the matrix She the pussycat causing all the glitches I'm lettin it all up inna your business One man's trash is another man's treasure One man's car is another man's whore One man's wife is another man's mistress, what is this?
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