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tg crippy - lets spin lyrics

[intro]

(elvis)
grrr
gang
(yozora)
die drilly
suck my d+ck
dalilah, rah rah
grrrr, gang

[bam bam:]

spin the hill let’s shoot at a o
[?] got hit in his throat
smoking [?] but that n+gga float
lotti spliffed b+tch pass me some more
bend the hill and i’m looking for blockwork
when i’m smoking on blockwork
[?] a thot and she f+cking on [?]
imma give you a [?]
got the drop on his crib
imma slide with two apes two crips
we spot a o put that boy in a spliff
imma keep dumping watch somebody hit
52th where it’s lit
boy tried to run and got hit in his sh+t
now the cops, on my d+ck
[?] hop out and i bet i’m gon’ blitz
on that ave dont lack
i see the opps and i’m upping it fast
yo tg where they at
bend through the front while i creep through the back
that’s a opp where they at
please don’t trip imma f+ck up the track
[?] ask why i keep me a strap
spinning my side imma spin it right back
[?] let’s get into that
upping it first i ain’t upping it back
spread the leg i beat up the cat
if she try to line me then she getting wacked
[?] yeah we smoking his packed
mix it with dummy yeah we getting smacked
if he run put the beam on his back
hollows they [?] leave a n+gga flat
[tg crippy:]

mister hop out put a n+gga in a spliff
i ain’t never really give a sh+t
lil g pull up toting on his sh+t
if he jacking lv get hit
[?] got striped
now see if that n+gga gon’ spin
i’m oyk n+gga suck my d+ck
i’m ogk n+ggas know how i get
n+ggas love sucking jb d+ck
til’ i pop out the cut tryna catch me a hit
who that, dont lack hop out the v tryna catch me a hat
dummy got poked n0body got back
[?] got smoked by a dyk+ sh+t sad
spin through hop out move tact
pass it to bam he gon’ up it and clap
spin through the hill n+ggas better not lack
first one i see getting left on his back
smoking on dubski they still ain’t get back
smoking on mex while i’m looking for matt
n+ggas talk but they never get back
dammy and lv got hit in his neck
yus gz got hit in his chest
how the f+ck them n+ggas ain’t get left
what the f+ck
if i got it, i spot him, i’m upping, imma let it dump
now he runtz
he was talking in raps when we see him he ain’t have his gun
catch a gun he get beat with the gun
cl!cking on gunnaz we do this for fun
catch a oy i’m leaving him slump
ek pop and kim is a bum
blockwork ain’t never do nothing
he rapping and capping til’ we meet in public
n+gga bluffing
and i’m smoking on [?] mix a lil’ rah now it’s bussing
and i’m smoking on [?] yall ain’t put in no pain
[outro]
and i’m smoking on [?] yall ain’t put in no pain
like what like what

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