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sugarhill ddot & bbg steppaa - spinnin' pt. 2 lyrics

[intro]
needa roll one up
ima roll one up
(yo lucass , yu hurd)
(it’s kosfinger, baby)

[chorus: sugharhill ddot]
spin through that block, n+ggas know that we sweep
i told bbg, “hop out the v”
word to my dead, i ain’t taking no chances
i’ma up ’til i see that they bleed
like i said it before, i’ma say it again, all amiri, you know that’s the jeans
got this .40, it’s stuck in my jeans

[verse 1: sugarhill ddot]
n+ggas know that i’m really a tweak
on bro, i do not play when it comes to the streets
yeah, even, the oppositions know we lit
talkin’ on notti, you know you a pack
i’ma spin through that block with h+lla f+cking grips
ten toes, i don’t need an assist
i’ma make me a basket every f+ckin’ trip
two poles, and i call up b hound
you know that he really st+rdy in that whip

[chorus: bbg steppa]
glock on my hip on the left side
tryna spin, take a trip through the west side
i’m tryna spin, makе a jet fly
put a hole in his face and his lеft eye
like smoking on face till my chest locks
like, you know i got a laser to catch mine
like with this k, man, i feel like a death god
i’m tryna hop out and bang it to test mine
[verse: bbg steppa]
n+ggas be capping, they punchlines
this a .40, been feeling like f+ck 9’s
i roll a .40, get dumb fried
like we put out law and order for tough guys
if them n+ggas ain’t on it, we cut ties
tryna score, but you know we don’t clutch knives
buddy a goner, slipped, and now he dumb high
i might f+ck on his daughter for one time

[verse 2: sugarhill ddot & bbg steppaa]
grah, look, i might f+ck on his daughter for one time
like, look, if i pass her to bro, then it’s crunch time (grah)
ain’t shooting far, bbg, yeah, you know that’s the punchline (grah)
told the opps stop dying, we smoking that boy, he went out
and for bro, yeah, they diss for the clout
like yeah, they know what we really about
like and i don’t gotta talk in this rap sh+t
’cause they know that we really just clap sh+t
and they know that i’m jacking oy
original gangster the day that i die
like, and you know i can’t switch on the guys
yeah, i do this for notti and dot (look)

[verse 3: bbg steppa]
get off the net, all that capping ain’t hooping
we see 12 automatic illusion
i like to hit from the back and go stupid
when she make it clap, yeah, it’s actually moving
look and if i got the strap, i won’t pass it, i boom it (look)
why you capping, bro, actually use it
i’m tryna slide out a bat and make music
like you should hear this sh+t clapping, it’s actually stupid
i’m not actually human
and i won’t ever ask you to do sh+t
look, b+tch, i be packing, two grips
got cook, he was lacking, couldn’t do sh+t
like, we got the addy, to spin
ever see him, smash him with this new gen
like i’m forever gonna be on some cool sh+t
like, but don’t make me lose it
[chorus: sugarhill ddot & bbg steppa]
spin through that block, n+ggas know that we sweep
i told bbg, hop out the v
word to my dead, i ain’t taking no chances
i’ma up till i see that they bleed
like i said it before, i’ma say it again, all amiri, you know that’s the jeans
got the .40, it’s stuck in my jeans
you know that i’m really a tweak
glock on my hip on the left side
tryna spin, take a trip through the west side
i’m tryna spin, make a jet fly
put a hole in his face and his left eye
like, smoking on face till my chest lock
like, you know i got a laser to catch mine
like, with this k, man, i feel like a death god
i’m tryna hop out and bang it to test mine

- sugarhill ddot bbg steppaa lyrics

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