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slf cinz - spinnin paris lyrics

[intro: slf cinz]
they do anything for cloud (b+tch)
f+ck chela
(it’s kosfinger, baby)
he ain’t on sh+t
you know the mandem are coming
(they do anything for cloud)
(they do anything for cloud)
(pow)

[chorus: slf cinz]
can’t even speak english and you’re dissin’
catch chela, he’s gonna go missin’
in love with notti, stop the simpin’
this ak will have him limpin’
if i see a baguette i’mma burn it
i’m in france and i’m purgin’
spinnin paris with no permit
i got here ’cause i earned it

[verse 1: slf cinz]
you got here off some cosplay
like bro, are you g+y?
i’ll make you run like tay+k
in london we don’t play games
we just get straight to the splashin’
stop dissin’ deads, stop the cappin’
in fact, just stop rappin’
[verse 2: g5 edotty]
(like f+ck that sh+t, never heard that sh+t, edotty here)
what a f+ck is a chela? n+gga we gonn’ clap you
mentionin’ deads, it’s a way you get pack too
try to push up on me, i’mma clap you
we givin’ belt on the ass and on them raps
and them n+ggas ain’t never get active
and on hots cause them n+ggas be cappin’
spinnin’ trough paris, try’na catch a body
see lil’ chela, he get in with notti
and i’m smoking his deads, so that boy can get active
rpt buggin’, you know sh+t get tragic
if y’all want me, come find me in traffic
looking like notti, n+gga i might stab you
try’na be oy, n+gga you a fan
stay in your place, that sh+t can get you banned

[verse 3: dopey kid]
(aight is dopey kid from the south)
chela is a f+cking idiot
i don’t even know why he talk on bro
stop cappin’ on that f+cking net’
you really gonn’ rise some smoke
chela is a f+ckin’ idiot and his mum a f+cking hoe
don’t make me back my shots
i’m pushing you on f+ckin’ on floor
[chorus: slf cinz]
can’t even speak english and you’re dissin’
catch chela, he’s gonna go missin’
in love with notti, stop the simpin’
this ak will have him limpin’
if i see a baguette i’mma burn it (grah+grah)
i’m in france and i’m purgin’ (grah+grah boom n+gga is that phil tk)
spinnin paris with no permit (word to my death n+gga suck my d+ck)
i got here ’cause i earned it

[verse 4: phil tk]
and im back on my sh+t, lookin’ for lil chela
n+gga keep dissin flock him any weather
brodie keep hawking totin a baretta
like spinnin thru paris n+ggas got me fed up
ayo cinz what we on?
i’mma fl!ck him hit em til he gone
wanna be notti he gon’ meet the lord like ima keep poking leave em at store
bop, bop, che+chela you better just stop
bop, bop, je suis a paris petit gar
arrete, arrete
pe+petit garçon de moi qu’est+ce que tu fais
r+runnin’ with bro feelin’, why pulled up?
if i don’t got to pocke
put him right to bed
[outro: phil tk]
(bop, bop, chela you better just stop)
(bop, bop, je suis a paris petit gar)
(arrete, arrete, de+ne+ne+ne+ne+ne aaah)
(gah, gang gang gang n+gga)

- slf cinz lyrics

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