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trabajarie - spin spin spin spin lyrics

spin spin spin spin
plug hit me on the phone
say he having mollies it’s a santan
crashed out in the whip i done flipped a zip
turn it to a hundred bands
you ain’t really on sh+t
strip a p+ssy n+gga made em run up on his hands
you ain’t really on sh+t
strip a p+ssy n+gga made em do a f+cking dance
made a n+gga do a backflip
fear of god i’m saks fifth
middle finger like a cactus
with a bad b+tch i need a actress
with a bad b+tch i need a actress
i’m sliding with the f+cking ratchet
it’s tony montana pull up on a f+ck n+gga made him do a backflip

junky burning down the stove
i pop percs i’m f+cking with the hoes
hot box sliding out with a pole
young n+ggas take out you off for the gold
we get it in but it’s already sold
hopping out the benz can’t ride a 4 door

spin spin spin spin
plug hit me on thе phone
say he having mollies it’s a santan
crashеd out in the whip i done flipped a zip
turn it to a hundred bands
you ain’t really on sh+t
strip a p+ssy n+gga made em run up on his hands
you ain’t really on sh+t
strip a p+ssy n+gga made em do a f+cking dance
sipping wockhardt not high+tech
water whip it in the pyrex
only conversating if it’s bout checks
lifting bags that’s a bow flex
you broke n+ggas ain’t no threat
i ain’t never tripping i’ll make it back
i keep a stick in the trunk, this ain’t what you want
stepping in yves saint laurent
been kicking sh+t like a punt
b+tch imma king
you little n+ggas some p+wns

these n+ggas moving like they want some smoke
they dont know we on the sh+t that they on
paranoid i keep a k in my arm
1:11am and king 10 in this bit
i bought a glock f&n in this bit
diamonds so wet you can swim in this bit

not tryna talk b+tch i’m just tryna hit
ran outta wock so i’m sipping on triss
cup full of yellow i’m pouring up p+ss
don’t need to settle i know i’m the sh+t
pull up extended i sent in a blitz
spin on yo block like a muhf+ckin disc
spin spin spin spin
plug hit me on the phone
say he having mollies it’s a santan
crashed out in the whip i done flipped a zip
turn it to a hundred bands
you ain’t really on sh+t
strip a p+ssy n+gga made em run up on his hands
you ain’t really on sh+t
strip a p+ssy n+gga made em do a f+cking dance

foreign car pushed to start
we the wockhardt league on my f+cking glands
anything under a hundred ms foreign talk
n+gga i don’t understand
balenciaga my walk money beanstalk
paper keep cutting my hands
that water turned me to a shark
before a cartier b+tch i had rubber bands

straight out the blender
grams i had to pitch
i f+cked this b+tch in gucci sinopse
i can’t be no tender d+ck lil n+gga this ain’t my hoe
how you ain’t suck no d+ck
tryna sneak take pictures you gotta go
that sh+t be on me head to toe
don’t hit me less you need a bow
these n+ggas can’t copy my flow
im strapped like a pair of jabo jeans
my double cup filled up with codeine
with a white girl with her nose clean
i’m in the trap drinking raw lean
these n+ggas lil fishes sardines
i go to breakfast at barneys
put 24k gold on my pancakes
she reach for louie vuitton
i let her do it and then i demand sp+ce
she wanna hop in the car with me
get to gripping my sh+t like a hand brake
b+tch k been counting up constantly
imma keep doing this til my hands break

- trabajarie lyrics

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