Mark Proctor - BBL Spency

Tonight is a glorious night

Ahaha

Where you at? It’s been 8 days. I’ve given you ample time. I don't know what’s taking so long. Damon this Damon that, Quinton this Quinton that

You’re capable of making a song yourself

Spencer I’m chillin this shit’s in the bag
I’m wondering if you’ll get the balls to spit back
It’s been 8 days and I gave you a pass
But now that I’m thinkin’ I will double tap
You sit there and tease that you’re gonna clap back
Few hours go by there’s a panic attack
You take it all back, tell the group that you fold
While I’m leaned back pleading, begging for more
Cooked this all by myself, no help from Quinton Ellis
I left you beat up in the street over wrong directions
I’m plotting every angle call me the diss detector
And if you catch me slipping, i’ll hit that local 3 director

Pissing pants
No shame about it, king of wetting beds
Suckin’ toes, goes with the flow
No shade just had to throw
A diss to entice you Spence
I want that heat, make no amends
Sick of making songs to fucking get you out retirement
You say your diss will be the end of friends?
Well i don’t know
I guess it just depends