dwadefromobn – spin lyrics
[intro]
ayy, ayy, ayy
wade, ayy, ayy
free thing one n+gga, free thing two man on foenem
listen
[hook]
we ain’t woofin’ on no net we jumping cars and we ‘gon spin
we got glizzys, sticks with switch we don’t give two f+cks ’bout no gen
all you n+ggas out here d+ck riding while i’m running up my band
i’ll spin through yo’ sh+t inna’ h+llcat foenem lettin’ shots out a band
n+ggas knowin’ how we bleed, we get that call we on that top
n+gga say he smokin’ on scoota, then yo’ best friend just drop
we the ones who stand on business check that get back for wop
we been turnt up for a minute they shouldn’t of let me out that box
[verse]
we the ones who slidin’ first so ain’t no comin’ back
smokin’ on yo’ homie “ha, ha, ha, ha” now his ass a pack
all you n+ggas screaming slatt, still ain’t caught n0body yet
we in traffic glizzys, fiftys, switches lurkin’ where you at?
all these hoes been on my d+ck, they see that a n+gga lit
and that backdoor wide open so we ain’t on no cl!ckin’ sh+t
glock extended lock and load, you ain’t gang we wipe yo’ nose
n+ggas speak on what they did to us like y’all ain’t really hoes
yeah y’all snaked bro for that pipe, but what happened that summer night?
y’all popped out like ten deep, like five of y’all ass got striked
come and get yo’ l!ck back, run up get yo’ sh+t splat
i can’t wait to see ’em with that chain like, “lemme’ get that”
we don’t post up everyday so catching me is d.o.a
but we ride in traffic, fast sh+t, my pockets p.u.a
when i pop out on the strip, wish yo’ stupid ass a flip
i got this b+tch underneath my arm ion’ tote it on my hip, why?
’cause i’m really in the trenches i’m in the jungle like everyday
ridin’ with these glizzys’ with switches they blow like [?]
n+ggas out here portraying images and i know you fake
you can’t slime me out i done cut the head off of every snake
[hook]
we ain’t woofin’ on no net we jumping cars and we ‘gon spin
we got glizzys, sticks with switch we don’t give two f+cks ’bout no gen
all you n+ggas out here d+ck riding while i’m running up my bands
i’ll spin through yo’ sh+t inna’ h+llcat foenem lettin’ shots out a band
n+ggas knowin’ how we bleed, we get that call we on that top
n+gga say he smokin’ on scoota, then yo’ best friend just drop
we the ones who stand on business check that get back for wop
we been turnt up for a minute they shouldn’t of let me out that box, huh
[outro]
on foenem
spin
spin
spin
spin
on foenem
what?
spin, wade
on foenem, if you ain’t spinnin’ you ain’t on sh+t
i swear to god b+tch i ain’t c+cky
i’m arrogant b+tch, on foenem
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