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letra de spin - yungliv

spin lyrics
[intro]
([?] go crazy i can too)
ayy, ayy, pull up, we send hot sh-t

[chorus]
slimed him out, thought we was locked in for a fee and turnt him to a l!ck
all this ice stay danglin’, i’ma touch a dude with this four nickel
i fell off and got back, but that wasn’t nothin’, you know i came from sh-t
i see my opps tryna spin, they think they sl!ck until we switch the whip
we ain’t with that ig wolfin’ sh-t, he died from fightin’ it out
that hot sh-t ate his mind, f-cked up his head, and tore his spinal out
he dropped the diss the same night he got hit
guess he ain’t know how we comin’
doa, backdoor, he ain’t arrival out, we box him out

[verse]
free vulture, they got 22 on lock, they took my n-gga down
investigation room, we know them rules, act dumb and close your mouth
anything you say inside that jam, evеntually gon’ come out
i know my rights, just bring my lawyer in, won’t go like pill and tеll
thirty on my wrist, bro bust his neck, lil’ b-tch my team stuntin’
she gon go for one night, and then dip, l-o-v-e nothin’
i thought i lost my life, she gave that drop and i almost died from it
i blame that on myself, thought with my d-ck, still had that iron on it
i got blues clues stuffed inside my pocket, n-gga, f-ck a wallet
he cracked the card, then bought a chain, he fake lit, he is not n0body
off x, i feel like uno whip this glock out up on anybody
do a hit, then ride back to the block, talkin’ ’bout how we rockin’
i washed away my blessings, with this fn, we send for a hobby
turn a stu’ sesh to a robbery, call up bro, like “we just got somebody”
he beamin’ what’s his name, from over there, the 4, i should’ve shot him
we don’t tolerate no disrespect from none the opps on ig
high speed gettin’ off from the jakes, f-ck 12, b-tch, i beat my case
my raps are how relieve my pain
if folks would’ve shut his mouth, he wouldn’t have been in that sh-t anyway
b-tch, i still don’t [?] it, made a way, these rat ass n-ggas can’t relate
just stay down, get yo’ paper straight
[chorus]
slimed him out, thought we was locked in for a fee and turnt him to a l!ck
all this ice stay danglin’, i’ma touch a dude with this four nickel
i fell off and got back, but that wasn’t nothin’, you know i came from sh-t
i see my opps tryna spin, they think they sl!ck until we switch the whip
we ain’t with that ig wolfin’ sh-t, he died from fightin’ it out
that hot sh-t ate his mind, f-cked up his head, and tore his spinal out
he dropped the diss the same night he got hit
guess he ain’t know how we comin’
doa, backdoor, he ain’t arrival out, we box him out

- yungliv

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