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Lil Zay Osama

Spin Spin

 

Spin Spin

(álbum: 4 The Trenches - 2023)


Uh (Damn, Drako, you made this?)

Look, all the rah-rah shit, niggas ain't did nothing to us
Don't be mad at me, be mad at your bitch 'cause she the one let me fuck, glah
And we did a lot to these niggas that these niggas ain't done to us
Hold your Glock up if you got a B in this bitch 'cause we do, every one of us
Niggas better go kill for real, my brodie died
Get-back for your homie, stop calling my phone with your lil' police ass
Opps done called my phone like twenty some times screaming, I know he mad
Fresh up out the feds, still tote that switchy, that bitch on me now, glah, glah

Shout out blood 'nem, we still doing swaps
Shout out foenem on the East Side, my opps, they opps, they know we locked
One of my opps knew to kill hisself 'cause if he didn't, we was hitting his top
Nigga play with my bro, big folks in jail, 'fore he came home, we already spinned they block
Hit the opps' block, tell 'em pop out, they keep riding 'round
Y'all get hot cars, don't even slide on us, broke bitch, stop driving 'round
Posting all them straight-eights on IG, she a straight, I'm firing it down
Spin, spin, we ain't waiting 'til shit start dying down, glah, glah
Pop out 'bout that cutty and see it coming, peek-a-boo
I'm into with my cousin, nigga, it'll be easy getting into it with you
He keep saying niggas know how I'm coming, no the fuck I don't, man, who is dude?
You knew me before this rap shit, splat shit, way before YouTube, glah
You gave your bitch your heart, I gave my bitch a Glock
She know her nigga is one of them niggas and I smoke the opps
We know ain't no killer without no killer, forever fuck the opps
Every time Osama land in one of these cities, take me to the block

Look, all the rah-rah shit, niggas ain't did nothing to us
Don't be mad at me, be mad at your bitch 'cause she the one let me fuck, glah
And we did a lot to these niggas that these niggas ain't done to us
Hold your Glock up if you got a B in this bitch 'cause we do, every one of us
Niggas better go kill for real, my brodie died
Get-back for your homie, stop calling my phone with your lil' police ass
Opps done called my phone like twenty some times screaming, I know he mad
Fresh up out the feds, still tote that switchy, that bitch on me now, glah, glah

On foenem

feito

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