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spin spin spin spin - trabajarie 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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