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akselbolt – ​spazzin lyrics

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[intro]
fu+f+ck the [?] on the beat
[verse 1: akselbolt]
b+tch i’m spazzin’ on the beat off a perc’ and dope b+tch
ya i’m getting money that’s for sure
ya i’ll pull up to your crib and i put you on a shirt
b+tch i’m making h+lla money sellin’ drugs doin’ work
yuh, yuh, yuh my blunt filled with [?] (with [?])
be a ref’ up his crib and we murk him
posted in the fields and i’m motherf+cking servin’
it’s funny b+tches at my crib they all twerkin’ (b+tch)
pop a bean every night to help me fall asleep
b+tch i’m filled with xtc
yeah your b+tch coming over yeah she pullin’ up with me
yeah i don’t give a f+ck, i’m smoking on that tree b+tch
yuh, smoking on that tree b+tch
i can not see b+tch
bad b+tch i seen b+tch
pull up with a glock, got a motherf+cking beam b+tch
way too faded, poured a four in my lеan b+tch (four in my lean b+tch)
[verse 2:icemop]
n+ggas fake yeah thеy team switch
n+ggas fake yeah they team switch
all this cash and she know this
i was tryna take a [?] b+tch
[?]
glock she can hold it
cash i dont notice
walk to your [?] new clothes, i got swag on
walk to your [?] new pole, finna shoot down
talkin on the gang, we can run back down like 1 2
he run but he wanted to, p+ssy b+tch get shot too
new swag on the percs and i’m fiendin’
tryna waste my time b+tch, no i ain’t free man
i don’t do the [?]
i was tryna get his glock
when i [?], i won’t get dubbed
when i run into your block we gon’ shoot dubs
and i’m trippin’ off the syrup i don’t need a [?]
say he on my f+cking back then i got it [?]
if you need me and i’m there you can call me up
put a xan’ in a sprite we gon’ pour it up
miss all my brothers [?]
[verse 3:akselbolt]
b+tch i’m spazzin’ on the beat off a perc’ and dope b+tch
ya i’m getting money that’s for sure
ya i’ll pull up to your crib and i put you on a shirt
b+tch i’m making h+lla money sellin’ drugs doin’ work
yuh, yuh, yuh my blunt filled with [?] (with [?])
be a ref’ up his crib and we murk him
posted in the fields and i’m motherf+cking servin’
it’s funny b+tches at my crib they all twerkin’ (b+tch)



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