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mike smiff & big30 - spin lyrics

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[intro: mike smiff]
uh, ayy, ayy

[verse 1: mike smiff]
clutchin’ on that glock ’cause i got opps around my way (boom)
n+ggas died on both sides, it ain’t gon’ stop around my way (ooh)
bodies drop around my way (grrah), they swingin’ blocks around my way (skrrt)
you can’t even come outside (ayy) without that mop around my way (nah, you can’t)
swear it’s pressure ’round this b+tch (yeah), jits get reckless ’round this b+tch (yeah)
fake thuggin’ and mean muggin’ll get you stretched around this b+tch (yeah, yeah)
young jits with the sh+ts (ha), sellin’ dope & hittin’ l!cks (grrah)
go to jail, we get out and we get right back in the mix (oh)
in+in this life we in (in this life we in), i lost a lot of friends (i lost a lot of friends)
that’s why it’s straps in every car you see me ridin’ in (you see me ridin’ in)
they wanna do me somethin’ (yeah), they talkin’ homicide (yeah)
but i can’t let these p+ssy n+ggas make my momma cry (no)
and b+tch, we gon’

[pre+chorus: mike smiff]
spin and spin, we gon’ spin again (again)
we shootin’ clouds at them crowds, we gon’ get ’em in (oh yeah)
b+tch, we gon’ hop out with it (uh), b+tch, we gon’ hop out with it (uh)
b+tch, we gon’ hop out with it (uh), b+tch, we gon’ hop out with it (uh, i want all that)

[chorus: mike smiff]
’cause we gon’ spin and spin
we gon’ spin and spin (uh+huh), we gon’ spin and spin (uh+huh, uh+huh, uh+huh)
we gon’ spin and spin, we gon’ spin and spin (uh+huh, uh+huh, uh+huh)
we gon’ spin and spin, we gon’ spin and spin (uh+huh, uh+huh, uh+huh)
we gon’ spin and spin, we gon’ spin and spin, yeah
[verse 2: big30]
get shot around my way (get shot), won’t see the doctor ’round my way (yeah, no hospital)
come through my hood with a strap (blrrrd), we gon’ take your glock around my way (yeah, yeah, we is)
don’t stop for cops around my way (no), high speed the narcs around my way (skrrt, skrrt)
prada shirt, prada hat, gucci belt (sauce), prada socks to match the js (ayy)
laid that murder game down and never speak up on that body (don’t talk)
the murder case, it never closed, you can get locked ’til you rottin’ (shh, shh)
you lost your freedom for talkin’, proved the point to a n0body (n0body)
i know gangsters that’s in school (on god) and they still trappin’ out they college
put a three point five in a sweet aromatic, i’m high as f+ck (fully)
hollows, sixty rounds in my automatic, told ’em, “it’s up” (brrt)
i ain’t doin’ no fightin’, but i’m super jackin’, p+ssies get beat up (beat up)
expensive habits, i done drunk an ashton, keep wock’ in my cup (on god)

[pre+chorus: mike smiff]
spin and spin, we gon’ spin again (again)
we shootin’ clouds at them crowds, we gon’ get ’em in (oh yeah)
b+tch, we gon’ hop out with it (uh), b+tch, we gon’ hop out with it (uh)
b+tch, we gon’ hop out with it (uh), b+tch, we gon’ hop out with it (uh, i want all that)

[chorus: mike smiff]
’cause we gon’ spin and spin
we gon’ spin and spin (uh+huh), we gon’ spin and spin (uh+huh, uh+huh, uh+huh)
we gon’ spin and spin, we gon’ spin and spin (uh+huh, uh+huh, uh+huh)
we gon’ spin and spin, we gon’ spin and spin (uh+huh, uh+huh, uh+huh)
we gon’ spin and spin, we gon’ spin and spin, yeah



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