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letra de spin - eightowe pe

spin lyrics
[intro: c-hii wvttz, yozora]
yozora
grah, grah, boom
gang, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang
grah, grah
grah, grah, boom

[chorus: c-hii wvttz]
outside tryna catch me a cuatro
shorty a thotty im feelin the bop though
and rah got hit in his taco
dumb lil b-tch got hit in her taco
we gon spin
and them hallows gon rip up his chin
big doa i might dump on ya mans
we get to boomin sh-t sound like a band
and them n-ggas ain’t tippin no bands
i cannot fold with the chop in my hand
caught him lacking, he ricky, he ran
n-gga i got me a chop i dont dance
see an opp ima aim for his mans
why would i run if my gun dont jam?
pop a perc, take a trip to the land
them n-ggas p-ssy, they never gon blam
[verse 1: eightowe pe]
i cannot lack, b-tch i keep me a weapon
i ain’t goin out this is an fn
and i swear to god that my chop is my bestfriend
and if i see an opp ima stretch him
if i call up dayday, he shuttin sh-t down
so the show is gonna end with a bow
flee off the scene i ain’t takin a bow
call up swervo he comin right now
and i swear to god ill never tell
make ya baby moms open up a wells
she wanna get it on, im like, “oh well”
b-tch i keep a chop under my belt
and if i go to c he get smoked like a looseleaf
ice on my necklace i feel like im gucci
if its a thot, she a fan, she a groupie
if i see an opp, ima roll up, no sushi

[verse 2: swervo flocca]
off a yerkie now im ready to clap
if he f-ck with the opps
then you know i can’t dap em
if i up, just know ima tap em
dont do the bluffin, you know ima blast it
next we ain’t stoppin, n-ggas had you with ya knees up
up with the chop, bet that n-gga gon freeze
a n-gga tried to run but got hit with the v
like n-ggas coulda put you in a leaf
like enough is enough
if you mention jayrip then im shootin sh-t up
dont try to trip can’t you see ima cut
if i pass him the knocks then he sendin you up
and thats word to my mother
lost jb, i ain’t losin another
rah got clapped go put him on ya cover
if you mentioning bro, ima come for your brother (p-ssy)
like what, ima come for your brother
like, and thats word to my mother
keep no remorse in the spot, ima flock at ya mother
[chorus: c-hii wvttz]
outside tryna catch me a cuatro
shorty a thotty im feelin the bop though
and rah got hit in his taco
dumb lil b-tch got hit in her taco
we gon spin
and them hallows gon rip up his chin
big doa i might dump on ya mans
we get to boomin sh-t sound like a band (gltt)
and them b-tches ain’t tippin no bands
i cannot fold with the chop in my hand (gltt)
caught him lacking, he ricky, he ran
n-gga i got me a chop i dont dance
see an opp ima aim for his mans
why would i run if my gun dont jam?
pop a perc, take a trip to the land
them n-ggas p-ssy, they never gon blam

- eightowe pe

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