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on your block and I spin it though
Up in the kitchen I whip it though
Glock sound like a cricket though
Hitting that bitch and I'm dipping though
Yeah said

bring me down
Pick me up
Spin me around
Often lost
But never found
All I hear is awful sounds
Coming from my head at night
Need to sleep
I think I might

Man this shit can get real deeper than rapping
Spin the block up and we gon catch him lacking
Double back and we slowing down action
And all my money

on my dick one time
Ass from the front
Front back and side
Back that thing up spin around it’s so tight
Oh what a night
It’s a wrap it’s on sight
Hit from

it's krump time
She's a munch she gone eat it up like lunchtime
Turn around touch the ground
Do it up spin around, fourth of July yeah I'm popping now

pussy nigga, so stop that, nigga
Pull up, spin around they block, I'm talkin' 'bout, nigga
Fresh as hell and I got that Glock, nigga

Fuck a Gen 5, I

here, scoring there
Spin the ball, spin the chair
Up it goes in the air, oh


She's the greatest, everybody loves her
Mandy Mouse, the amazing Mandy Mouse

is a wheel
Well I'll 4 by 4 drive Michelin tyre them
Nah you don’t want it
With that Westwood Ghetts
Stoney on my head top, MCs ganging up
Spin 'em all

niggas dem a been around
16 bar make a MC spin around
32 bar make a MC sit down man sit down
Make a man get back up spin around
We stay true to the sound

spin 'em
We up, they not, on the Sev
I'm flocking with my flock
Catch a Folk and put him in a box
Spinning and sinning just me and my Wattz
We dump
Who

he a goner
He a goofy, now he getting rolled up
Spin they block, we steady doin' donuts
Get back, nigga, what's the hold up?
When the opps see us,

caught on replay
Spin his block up with the knocker
 niggas know how we play
And we spin with tres eight
We gon' spin 'em tres ways
Niggas touchin' one

on 'em
Percks got her eatin' it up
Don't got the knocka we beatin' em' up
Spin the loc free
Spin again super sweaty I lean when I throw
Smoochie off henny

the Os, like, how is we losin'?

Too tact, make that nigga back up (On bro)
Throw a shot if he yellin' out, "Hat's up"
Spin through the Nick
He get hit with

they mad
Yeah, if they get it actin' up, I just tell Quick it's up
Spin they block like a top, let out a hunnid shots
Ridin round in a hot to keep it

but i died to self so I can live again
Ooh tell the devil he better spin again
Ooh tell satan he better spin again
Gave up my flesh picked up that cross

what u reckon then I reckon in a second I can spin em end up deadin em


I said it wid chest I can’t take it back
I meant what I said  I can’t take it

on the dance floor

But pretty soon
She caught his eye
Now he's moving in
Beauty's shy
But in her eyes
She starts his head to spin

He keeps up all

lube when I slide in the cooch

When fam bill up the rice and stew,
I get charged up, spin a whole side man crew,
Give her that work make the pum pum

don't fuck wit' witnesses, they stories all criss-crossed
I grip Glocks, pull up, spin the block like a pit stop

I'm with the-, I'm with the-, I'm

(Fallin in and out of love)
Our friends think we're opposites
Falling in and out of love

cnd spin and spin and spin and spin
Buzz me up and let me in

it safe
Talk with you for hours, said that you love me
Said that you want me
She in love with the kid

She in love with the fashion took her for spin

the problem here

Lots of shots and lots of beer
That's the way I'm going in
Maybe not oh what's to fear
Spin our way up out of here

Body to body
cnd mind

(Fallin in and out of love)
Our friends think we're opposites
Falling in and out of love

cnd spin and spin and spin and spin
Buzz me up and let me in