SpaceGhostPurrp – Dade County (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

SpaceGhostPurrp is here with “Dade County”. Listen, stream, buy, watch the video, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Loko Los.

Spaceghostpurrp Dade County

After numerous retirement announcements, mental health struggles, and threats against other artists, SpaceGhostPurrp is somehow back with a new deal and he’s sounding more focused than he has in a long time.

Of course, Purrp never really stopped making music, but his recent music has been marred by bitterness and lazy bars, losing the magic that made him special in the first place. The Purrp we hear on this new track has a hunger and energy we haven’t seen since the early 2010s.

SpaceGhostPurrp – Dade County (prod. Loko Los)

Watch Video

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YThNyEDZ5iw

Lyrics

[Intro]
Stop playing, young niggas
[?]
*Black Money Boyz Deathrow Fuck Nigga*
[?]
Stop playing with this shit, man
You know what’s going on

[Verse 1]
Only thing a bitch good for
Is get my dick hard
All these hoes think they gangsta
But I’m the real boss
Hit the club, pop that pussy
Bitch get lost
If that hoe ain’t making money
Then she [?]
Man I hate to leave your bitch
That fake like she rich
[?]
This money counterfeit
Florida niggas we the fraud
But that’s the [?]
Miami niggas we go hard
I face-fucked the bitch

[Chorus]
Man, I hate that sucker shit
Blinding niggas with my wrist
And my golds look like crisp
I’ma ball hard on these hoes like a fist
These jitts ain’t no shit
Talking down, you get hit
I got rounds, hella clip
Knock you down, you get flipped

[Verse 2]
Finesse the bitch, fuck that hoe
And never stress that bitch
I put my dick in the mouth, tongue [?]
I had to do it by myself
[?]
You disrespect the Dade County
And I’m off the shit
I’ll leave you lonely lil’ homie
Like you’re introverted
You ain’t a bad bitch
‘Till you got a money purpose
I had to put on for my city
‘Cause I know we worth it
You know I had to do it big
Like [?]

[Chorus]
Man, I hate that sucker shit
Blinding niggas with my wrist
And my golds look like crisp
I’ma ball hard on these hoes like a fist
These jitts ain’t no shit
Talking down, you get hit
I got rounds, hella clip
Knock you down, you get flipped