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pacman da gunman - spin again lyrics

[chorus: richard fisher]
spin the block, hit a opp, yeah
street sweeper, get ’em off, yeah
n+ggas hot ’til they not
n+ggas pop ’til they popped
i got my n+ggas with me, yeah
whole bunch of k!llers with me, yeah
throw signs, we really don’t speak, no
trippin’, get knocked off your feet, yeah

[verse 1: pacman da gunman]
spin again, get it in and do it all again (all again)
pop a pill and tell the lord, “forgive me for my sins” (my sins)
spin again and see a ten, n+gga, i’ma [?]
should we go and get the candles? sh+t, it all depends (all depends)
lightwork, we not on it but it’s hard times (hard times)
yeah, we make it look easy but it’s hard work (hard work)
walkin’ with a [?] and i ain’t crawl first (crawl first)
ask baby long john, wе got the call first
drop everything, countin’ quick, crеate me trouble
three opps, two shooters, that’s a triple double
n+ggas trippin’, i got dough, walkin’ with a duffle
when them n+ggas playin’ crazy, i’ma keep it subtle (yeah)

[chorus: richard fisher]
spin the block, hit a opp, yeah
street sweeper, get ’em off, yeah (oh, yeah)
n+ggas hot ’til they not (uh+huh)
n+ggas pop ’til they popped (they popped)
i got my n+ggas with me, yeah (yeah+yeah)
whole bunch of k!llers with me, yeah (oh, woah)
throw signs, we really don’t speak, no (no, no)
trippin’, get knocked off your feet, yeah
[verse 2: pacman da gunman]
look
ceo n+gga with the business, i don’t talk a lot
sold dope, the k!llers gunfights in the parking lot
[?], kamikaze suit, down to f+ck ’em up
fifty shots, soundin’ like the [?] but it’s f+ckin’ not
diddy bop, dawg, he was dancin’ ’til he bled out (bled out)
never se me stop the sh+lls, now the feds out
lion heart, when it’s time hunt, i’m a d+mn shark
demon time, n+ggas try to run, shout out ozark
you ain’t safe in this game that we playin’, n+gga (playin’, n+gga)
all respect when you speakin’ on my name, n+gga (name, n+gga)
so watch your mouth when you sayin’ what you sayin’, n+gga
said your homies died, guess who sent ’em to the grave, n+gga?

[chorus: richard fisher]
spin the block, hit a opp, yeah (oh, woah)
street sweeper, get ’em off, yeah (oh, yeah)
n+ggas hot ’til they not (’til they not)
n+ggas pop ’til they popped (’til they popped)
i got my n+ggas with me, yeah
whole bunch of k!llers with me, yeah
throw signs, we really don’t speak, no
trippin’, get knocked off your feet, yeah

[outro: richard fisher & pacman da gunman]
spin the block, hit a opp, yeah
this is dice playin’
street sweeper, get ’em off, yeah
so don’t come out here playin’ like you n+ggas untouchable, you hear me?
n+ggas hot ’til they not
n+ggas pop ’til they popped
let’s not forget [?] got touched, fool
i got my n+ggas with me, yeah
them n+ggas done k!lled jesus
whole bunch of k!llers with me, yeah
so all you n+ggas that’s poppin’ it, like you untouchable
throw signs, we really don’t speak, no
[?] for real, for real
trippin’, get knocked off your feet, yeah
i’m a cold n+gga

- pacman da gunman lyrics

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