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famouss richard - spinning thru lyrics

[intro]
skiyee, skiyee
ahhh, ahh
ahhh

[verse 1: adott hilfiger]
free kevo, hop out and boom
got some baddies they shake up the room
like get to sweep and im grabbing my broom
you ain’ heard about dotty then now you in tune
look at my eyes u can see im the devil
try to push up on me i throw several
hop out the v and rock out heavy metal
you ain’ [?] we gon’ hop out and catch ’em
told richard to pass me the knock
watch out, im ’bout to flock
n+ggas be hoes they ain’ [?] they block
if we dont got the knock well we know how to box

big [?] knock his ass out his socks
if the gun jam up he get beat with the knock
get to sweeping and pass me the mop
like n+ggas politic they know my bop

[verse 2: famouss richard]
go, im smoking on [?] can’t forget about [?]
lot of n+ggas got left in the street
we f+ckin’ ’em up got ’em begging for peace
move in silence whenever i creep
thot lil b+tch [?] stay on her knees
in new york where they call ’em a treesh
b+tch im from the ‘raq i be droppin’ the gz
hit [?] make a b+tch n+gga freeze
f+ckin’ ’em up putting n+ggas on tees
lil [?] got left in the street
ayy, yo
lil [?] got left in the street
[verse 3: relly gunz]
(like yeah, what the f+ck)
(grah grah boom, like what the f+ck)
(dont run, dont run dont die)
(like, like word to, like, grah grah)
(skiyee, skiyee)

i gotta cl!ck if he jackin’ he rollin’
she a baddie she bendin’ it over
if u run up u get sent to the [?]
like i dont pour lean i smoke deady not [?]
like, n+gga dont pass me no [?]
i smoke damo i never feel sober
i f+ck with the dot but this ski got a odor, like
no we not [?]

take a step just to get a lil’ closer
no he can’t play for my team he a loather
two [?] bike i might cl!ck out the motor, like
im tryna f+ck a lil’ thotter
multiple shots if she throwin’ a o up
(like, why this b+tch jackin’ i know her)
(grah grah, like word to bro)

creep through that block n+gga i ain’ seen sh+t
the first n+gga we see the first n+gga hit
matt sav dead, he in my spliff
(and dougie got shot he jumpin’ wit’ a limp)
like, no i can’t lack for no b+tch
we spinnin’ through 7th we spinnin’ through 5th
what the f+ck is you yellin’ for its ’cause u hit?
i got too many opps so i had to make a list
10 n+ggas dead they put ’em in my blunt
[?], n+gga caught 9 to his gut
opp n+ggas mad that they b+tches ate me up
im on 7th im tryna have fun
spin through the 6 i make them n+ggas run
free 5ive he got caught wit’ his gun
spin through the 4z like n+gga test yo’ luck
three n+ggas died in like less than a month

spin through the 2, i see [?], like
no we can’t go 1 on 1
he tryna box ima leave him [?]
and then i might drag [?]

[outro]
(like, word to bro n+gga)
(like what the f+ck like relly gunz n+gga)
(grah grah boom)
(like yeah)

- famouss richard lyrics

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