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fmb dz - spin again lyrics

[intro]
(getta beats)
mhm
what up, getta?

[verse 1]
i done gave these n+ggas time after time to get it right
i can’t hold a n+gga hand, i’m on my way, i’m takin’ flight
do the louis with the gucci, which one i’ma play tonight?
my b+tch got a bustdown 41, it shine bright
i thought i told you i don’t write, boy, this sh+t come off the top
see him out and get him dropped, do the dash, f+ck the cops
ain’t no love, f+ck the opps, got a muzzle on the chop
f+ck around, wake up the block, we put switches on the glocks
what’s the tickets on the blocks? is you taxin’ or you not?
if them prices low enough, then i want everything you got
but if you say a crazy number, then your stupid ass gettin’ robbed
fast money, b+tch, the mob, bossman, givin’ out jobs
we make p+ssy n+ggas go hide, n+ggas scared to come outside
i be out here with my squad, don’t go nowhere without four+five
all that internet thuggin’, i hope we catch him while he live
nothin’ less than a thousand shots with me when i slide

[chorus]
yeah, n+gga, hmm, and we’ll spin again
bet they think twice before they play with me again
they ain’t know we be ridin’ with yops and them fns
i’ll hit any n+gga town and don’t check in
dog said that sh+t takin’ a ten, he brought the best in
me and brodie got a half a brick at the westin
started throwin’ up soon as i touched it, this sh+t that real
told them n+ggas i was gettin’ right, they goin’ left still
[verse 2]
real n+ggas never fold, solid n+gga, never told
the type of business i be standin’ on, i need eleven toes
told choose to call fred bands, i need another load
mix the opp pack with cavities, this sh+t super strong
buffs on, boogers in the middle, i see through the hate
ain’t no trespassin’ where i live, you can’t get through the gate
big money, you don’t get money, you a flunky
i’m big unky, off an eight of wocky, higher than the junkies
ain’t no n+gga f+ckin’ with me, i proved it too many times
noddin’ off while i’m drivin’, i think i drunk too many lines
i don’t listen to n+gga’s music, i hear too many lies
for that saint louis, i gotta get off this crack, somebody dyin’

- fmb dz lyrics

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