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letra de spin - glockboy bobo

[intro]
(fatman you did this?) yep
slide, slide, slide, slide, slide, slide
lets go
slide, slide, slide
lets go, lets go
(they got wooski ona mix)

[chorus]
we ain’t gone diss em, we just gone spin
i done got too lit for n-ggas (too lit fa n-ggas)
let a motherf-cker try me like i just rap, and watch i k!ll a n-gga
by i miss you broski, i just get so high i ain’t got no feelings n-gga ( i ain’t got no feelings n-gga)
dont play with wop, cause i’m a crash out for lil bro and that sh-t go for any n-gga ( lets do it)
dont front yo move on the net like you gone spin, and you ain’t gone slide ( you ain’t gone slide)
tell dude pull up with a couple p’s, finesse еm we ain’t gone buy it ( we ain’t buying sh-t)
i f-ckеd his b-tch say she hate dog ass n-ggas, awe so you tired? love the trenches gotta stay on point though i tote 40’s not no 9’s

[verse]
headshot im a knock a chunk up out his brain (skrtt), now he dying (oop)
eat who p-ssy i ain’t eating sh-t and i ain’t buying sh-t unless you mine ( unless you)
they say i can’t be in the field and rap at the same time they lying ( man they lying)
foe nem told me i ain’t gotta slide no more, just point the finger and they dying (blrtttt)
free ko they took my broadie, now he gone for another block (free gang)
don’t tell me sh-t if dude ain’t die, how you gone slide and not hit sh-t ( you ain’t even hit em)
we don’t be tripping over these hoes, if you wanna f-ck em we can just switch (switch)
i seen n-ggas crash out tryna slide, and we smoked the n-gga got sent (ouuuuu)
i love my brothers know i’m gone k!ll, we lost wop skino got me t’d ( got me t’d)
dont give no f-ck how good you look, i don’t play with no b-tch i a leave (stupidd)
if i gotta ask you for some head, i ain’t gone lie you ain’t my speed (ain’t my speed)
let this drac go on his ass, he was acting tough, now he can’t breathe (now he can’t breathe)
[chorus]
we ain’t gone diss em, we just gone spin
i done got too lit for n-ggas (too lit fa n-ggas)
let a motherf-cker try me like i just rap, and watch i k!ll a n-gga
by i miss you broski, i just get so high i ain’t got no feelings n-gga ( i ain’t got no feelings n-gga)
dont play with wop, cause i’m a crash out for lil bro and that sh-t go for any n-gga ( lets do it)
dont front yo move on the net like you gone spin, and you ain’t gone slide ( you ain’t gone slide)
tell dude pull up with a couple p’s, finesse em we ain’t gone buy it ( we ain’t buying sh-t)
i f-cked his b-tch say she hate dog ass n-ggas, awe so you tired? love the trenches gotta stay on point though i tote 40’s not no 9’s

[outro}
fatman you did this?

- glockboy bobo

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