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letra de spin - yrb tezz

[intro]
(ayy, spin it back, tay)
ayy, spin it back some (yrb sh-t)
ayy

[verse]
ayy, we gon’ spin first, b-tch, ain’t no spinnin’ back (tay global)
plug gon’ work on back, i’m like, “give me that”
new woof on the block, tay get on that
we don’t got opps, they just woof on the internet
but i can get into that
i-i-i-i just dropped fifty, pause off in the h-llcat
drop you a deposit, you know i’ma mail that
i had a b-tch right here, jump doormat (don’t get up)
don’t come short, had to slide at your doorstep
green-ass n-gga paid high for a low sale
sendin’ packs for myself, lil’ n-gga, i don’t need help
put a b-tch on a plane, make her tighten up her seatbelt (b-tch)
i can show you how to make a hundred, n-gga, if you need help (hundred)
get a hundred for a hundrеd, f-ck the top shelf
slime thе plug out, should’ve kept this sh-t to hisself
go away with the bills, n-gga, i don’t trust nothin’ else (b-tch)
told jojo, “step”, i don’t gotta say nothin’ else
i’m off a couple red and some percocets
drop the top in traffic while i’m gettin’ neck
i can drop the ticket, n-gga, just to flex
we crack the four when we disrespect
if you drop that lo’, we gon’ send a message (drop that lo’)
they know my young n-ggas really steppin’ (yeah)
i had a hundred, she say i done lost it (let’s go)
i wouldn’t be sh-t if i ain’t take a risk (sh-t)
i wouldn’t be sh-t if i ain’t send the box
i’m trackin’ the package safe to a car
i don’t see him, my man, let me beat the block
pour that wock’ in my soda and watch it drop
i can’t kick the cup, i’m drinkin’ nonstop
somewhere in the hills, i’m on the rooftop
i made my red b-tch go get me ruth cris
i’m countin’ blue strips with my white b-tch
and i just sent that pack with my mexican
i told the b-tch i love her, when she make it land
i can send a hundred if you bring a friend
gotta take losses if you wanna win
if you want respect, then you gotta spin
wanna f-ck slime, gotta be a ten
she gon’ love me when i f-ck her off this ten
two new glocks, but they different gens
we walk down, we don’t spin the benz
he drop the five, we gon’ cut off his hand
just hit the plug for like thirty strains
[outro]
really big slime, man, no cap
sh-t ain’t nothin’ new
ayy, hit the plug for like thirty strains
on god
yrb f-ckin’ all this sh-t, man, you know

- yrb tezz

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