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spencer boomin – privacy lyrics

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spencer boomin – privacy

{hook}
i don’t televise my wins
privacy level unlocked
i’ma do a curve, pull my handbrakes
real n-gg- spinning donuts

ion needa flex for the gram
you ain’t gotta know that i got it
you ain’t gotta know i made a mil
boomin gang lowkey flexin !

privacy level a hunit
privacy level unlocked
race a muscle car round the block

real n-gg- spinning donuts
ion needa flex for the gram
you ain’t gotta know that i got it
you ain’t gotta know i made a mil
boomin gang lowkey flexin !

{verse
when i cop a bag ion flex
gonna pay my dues with respect

duffel bag filled with the cheques
ain’t the best trapper who said ?

wanna get rich doing 9-5?

lil young n-gg- die broke that’s h-m-side
ain’t tryna do the most, n-gg- cop a ghost
ain’t showin these fake n-gg-s, how to use the rops

ima f-ck a b-tch if she thick
gone speak the truth let it sink
a fake n a real don’t sync
and i ain’t tryna savage for retweets

i swear to god a n-gg- gone win
i swear to god a n-gg- ain’t quit
finna show y’all what a n-gg- made of
we 10x the bag, let’s get it !!!

{hook}
i don’t televise my wins
privacy level unlocked
i’ma do a curve, pull my handbrakes
real n-gg- spinning donuts

ion needa flex for the gram
you ain’t gotta know that i got it
you ain’t gotta know i made a mil
boomin gang lowkey flexin !

privacy level a hunit
privacy level unlocked
race a muscle car round the block

real n-gg- spinning donuts
ion needa flex for the gram
you ain’t gotta know that i got it
you ain’t gotta know i made a mil
boomin gang lowkey flexin !

{verse two}
i’m a bit high on em spinach
waves on my head, she surfin

hit the jeweller store when we cash out
yo these dimes keep shining inna blackout

privacy a hunit! me,i keep it lowkey
don’t snap the meal before we f-cking gone eat
n-gg-s post err time thing, hol lotta fake life
and ion f-ck with n-gg-s who bout that life n-gg-

if ion f-ck with you, gang gang!
money coming back like a f-ckin boomerang
yung mila got the whole f-ckin gang lit
on a low, the wins and loss you don’t see

walk in the trap like a boss
double cup, sippin ciroc
we race muscle cars round the block
and we outchea spinning donuts



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