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Spin

 

Spin

(альбом: Last Ones Left - 2022)


Forever on it
Free Ric

Tell my brother
If I'm missing
I got set up by a bitch
Oh what
Hands all in the kitchen
I don't think I hit the tan enough
Young dog throw them bands for nothing
I got 200 pants for nothing
Rick ain't whack your mans for nothing
Bitch you know he had that coming
I still sell them gram 200
I might move to Houston Monday
I don't pay my shooters nothing
They all do that shit for free
Exotic how them bricks is cheap
They front me 4
Bout' 6 a week
That pape for AP
Them pics for Ric
She sucking dick
You cuffed the bitch
All in niggas dms
We know I said you couldn't trust a bitch
My nigga lie
We beefing now
I told him not to hit my line

Yeah I still
Be fucking with them pills
Yeah we, spin
I'll spin your shit again
Nigga fuck will
And everybody told
R.I.P to all my niggas
Free my mother-fucking bros

Yeah I still
Be fucking with them pills
Niggas we, spin
I'll spin your shit again
Nigga fuck will
And everybody yeah
Free my mother-fucking bros
Doing life up in the feds

Put a red beam on the dred
Need em dead
What's the price I paid
It's love
I ain't even gotta say it
Stepping long as he got legs
Step in the name of Lil Ded
Prepping myself how to play it
These niggas must think I'm playing
Cameron catch the place we sped
Flowers, teddy bears
He dead
Bang a tester in his leg
Nodding slobbing
Drop his head
Happy that I spin my last
I drop bags and put em on your ass
This shit clear as glass
Last time tinted yellow
Said it tasted bad
If it ain't bout cash then what it is
On an island
You see fish
Choppers glocks and six
Sure hope you can swim
Coke and brand
And we like where he live
Take him we ain't' spin
Park the car hop out on land
Head, masks, gloves, hands
Just to get back from my mans

I still
Be fucking with them pills
Yeah we, spin
I'll spin your shit again
Nigga fuck will
And everybody told
R.I.P to all my niggas
Free my mother-fucking bros

Yeah I still
Be fucking with them pills
Niggas we, spin
I'll spin your shit again
Nigga fuck will
And everybody yeah
Free my mother-fucking bros
Doing life up in the feds

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