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letra de spinnin' - prlr

[chorus 1: ronnie sinclair]
yeah, she give me top like beyblades
middle finger to the gwop and the naysayers
got them saying i’m the sh-t, b-tch you don’t say?
young queen in my city, i’m beyoncé
i’m beyoncé
yeah, she give me top like beyblades
middle finger to the gwop and the naysayers
got them saying i’m the sh-t, b-tch you don’t say?
young queen in my city, i’m beyoncé
i’m beyoncé

[verse 1: prlr]
spinnin like ‘beyblades’
trynna make they pay, hey
loading up the presents like i’m on santa’s sleigh
take a hit to the brain – feel a little ‘cobain’
but i’m trynna stay solid, man, i’m trynna refrain
i’m out in greener pastures and feeling right past ya
counting out the bills but i’m really still a cashier
last year, last year – that’s all they wanna say
this year this year – man, we gotta make em pay
take it out their hands and i make em do my dance
if they talk about rapping – man they never stood a chance
my ‘mishi’ to the lancer, we k!ll em like cancer
thought i’d be done but i’m with another stanza
comin’ with the answers – coming’ with the truth
i’m knock em out the park you can call me ‘babe ruth’
it’s ‘phineas and ferb’ when we’re coming with the scheme
knock the name out your mouth with a “bada-bada-bing”
[chorus: ronnie sinclair]
she give me top like beyblades
middle finger to the gwop and the naysayers
got them saying i’m the sh-t, b-tch you don’t say?
young queen in my city, i’m beyoncé
yeah, she give me top like beyblades
middle finger to the gwop and the naysayers
got them saying i’m the sh-t, b-tch you don’t say?
young queen in my city, i’m beyoncé
i’m beyoncé

[verse 3: ronnie sinclair:]
(yo) t–th gnashing, i’m the prodigal son
want a feature for your ass?
b-tch you leavin’ with none
l!ck hitting like i’m ‘icarus’
too hot for the fronts
see me burning off my wings
flying close to the sun
i got – 45 on my side, on my line, cop a dime
b-tch i’m blowing words all on my diss side
clip side-by-side when i drink drive
hitting grass all the time like a bovine
paper two-ply looking too-fly
with my ‘nice guys’ on your timeline with my tie-dye on
rip a check till i’m beggin that you let it die hard
bring the heat up in the sauna – make you sweat it like “huh”
“this the new sh-t?” d-mn what you talking about?
weren’t you the ones who were really trynna turn me down?
keep talking trash – you gon’ make pull the ‘burner’ out
i’ll push out of a plane – now that’s a ‘falling out’
[chorus 2: ronnie sinclair]
yeah, she give me top like beyblades
middle finger to the gwop and the naysayers
got them saying i’m the sh-t, b-tch you don’t say?
young queen in my city like beyoncé
i’m beyonce
yeah, she give me top like beyblades
middle finger to the gwop and the naysayers
got them saying i’m the sh-t, b-tch you don’t say?
young queen in my city like beyoncé
i’m beyoncé

[outro: ronnie sinclair]
i’m beyoncé
b-tch you don’t say
i’m beyoncé
i’m beyoncé
i’m beyoncé
b-tch you don’t say
i’m beyoncé

- prlr

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