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pros ap – spin again lyrics

[intro: pros ap]
(ayy, culprit got a hit)
gang (n+gga, huh?)
island (island boys)
island boys (island boys, island boys)
ayy

[chorus: pros ap]
he don’t i’m finna— (n+gga, what?), alright
he don’t i’m finna up it ’til he comin’ out his kit
you ain’t gangster, you let a n+gga take you out your wrist
get your rank up, hop in that strike and take a hit
n+gga, i got— alright
n+gga, i got motion, can’t you tell by the pants? (mike amiri)
in the kitchen spinnin’ tracks, watch the fiends do they dance
spinnin’ tracks on they block, spin again and again

[verse 1: pros ap]
spin again and again ’til you hit a n+gga top, ayy
i’m on the 8 tryna spin through the 5, ayy
just f+cked an opp ho and made her pick a side
the ho f+cked me ’cause she thought a n+gga signed
i got twenty on me, let a n+gga play, i’m puttin’ fully on him
off one, pull this b+tch and squeeze and shoot twenty+somethin’
forty ‘bows just touched, another twenty comin’
fresh as f+ck in a foreign, look like homecomin’
ayy, n+ggas blackballin’, b+tch, i’m trap hoggin’
my n+ggas came scat, my other n+gga trackhawkin’
fah+fah+fah, e hoppin’ out often
another pack got me coughin’
n+gga, i can’t stop trappin’, boy, this sh+t a habit
fiends knockin’ at the door, i told lil’ bro he can have ’em
ayy, i ain’t gotta write no more
p froze, he ain’t gotta rock his ice no more
[chorus: pros ap]
n+ggas thinkin’ i won’t— alright
n+ggas thinkin’ i won’t up it ’til he comin’ out his kit
you ain’t gangster, you let a n+gga take you out your wrist
get your rank up, hop in that strike and take a hit
n+gga, i got— alright
n+gga, i got motion, can’t you tell by the pants? (mike amiri)
in the kitchen spinnin’ tracks, watch the fiends do they dance
spinnin’ tracks on they block, spin again and again

[verse 2: babyfxce e]
i got lotta different b+tches on me
hit the b+tch in the backroom and pass her to my homie
rollin’ ‘za in the backwood, i might get like kobe
just know that i ain’t passin’ sh+t
i just threw the ones with him ’cause i ain’t have the stick
a n+gga beat my ass, i swear to god, i’m joggin’ to the whip
widebody h+llcat, no foggers on this b+tch
b+tch p+ssy wet as h+ll, i’m fallin’ in her sh+t
i’m mad as h+ll i f+cked her like that, she callin’ me for d+ck
you seen me just post a microphone, stop callin’ me for sh+t
yeah, palm angel t+shirt with the shark on it
in the middle the street with a heat tryna park somethin’
ain’t n0body got no ‘wood? i’m tryna spark somethin’
aim the cam and press the red b+tton, i’m tryna sprk somethin’
burnt the tires in the scat pack, you see the sparks from it
lil’ b+tch sent her cash app because i’m cart punchin’
seen her pic, know she bad ’cause i don’t heart nothin’
sold him percs out a grocery bag, got his heart pumpin’
i thought pros had the switch on him, he had the arp dumpin’
n+gga, aka an arp
micro drac’ chase you down and whip just like baby d
.308s out the rpk look like baby feet
beat a b+tch down for three weeks straight, now she baby e
don’t know why she thought she was gettin’ d+ck, i’m finna break her knees
[outro: babyfxce e]
it’s with an x, n+gga
fxce

- pros ap lyrics

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