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Spin Again
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Lil Kee
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Uh, uh, uh, uh You wanna do this sh*t forever, you can't live with fear Mm, mm Man, n***as ain't talkin' 'bout smoke, you don't even need 'em 'round Uh Two straps on me when I walk in the club, can't tell me sh*t Lil' bro gon' get a hundred thou' 'fore I put a dub on my wrist I'll pay my dog 'fore I get a n***a go do a hit We ain't gon' never go out bad, I swear we do this sh*t Go back broke, I'm movin' bricks Big bro died, I ain't used to this Jump out the whip, I'ma let off a hundred before I let them n***as do me in Sh*t went left and it wasn't the plan Back on the block with this fire in my hand You slidin' or what? N***a, what is you sayin'? Too many shots, he ain't hit, b*t*h, you playin' If he ain't dead, then we spinnin' again, again, and again, and again, and again This sh*t ain't gon' never change This sh*t gon' stay the same Heard them n***as was speakin' from jail Better off they be speakin' from hell Boy, them n***as some hoes, they get under pressure, they fold and speakin' to 12 Where you at? B*t*h, I'm on your trail Make a post, pop up, we there And I know they ain't slingin' still And I know they ain't gang for real She be playin' like she gon' leave a n***a on that petty sh*t We have sex, she be like, "Take it off, put on my necklace" I be strapped up with my weapon, b*t*h, I'm tryna stretch some sh*t When I shoot, I bet your face gon' lift, don't need vest for this (Nah) They be trippin', don't wanna let me in, this just my medicine You don't feel me, b*t*h, I stand on ten, I was built for this Two straps on me when I walk in the club, can't tell me sh*t Lil' bro gon' get a hundred thou' 'fore I put a dub on my wrist I'll pay my dog 'fore I get a n***a go do a hit We ain't gon' never go out bad, I swear we do this sh*t Go back broke, I'm movin' bricks Big bro died, I ain't used to this Jump out the whip, I'ma let off a hundred before I let them n***as do me in Sh*t went left and it wasn't the plan Back on the block with this fire in my hand You slidin' or what? N***a, what is you sayin'? Too many shots, he ain't hit, b*t*h, you playin' If he ain't dead, then we spinnin' again, again, and again, and again, and again This sh*t ain't gon' never change This sh*t gon' stay the same Heard them n***as was speakin' from jail Better off they be speakin' from hell Boy, them n***as some hoes, they get under pressure, they fold and speakin' to 12 Where you at? B*t*h, I'm on your trail Make a post, pop up, we there And I know they ain't slingin' still And I know they ain't gang for real She be playin' like she gon' leave a n***a on that petty sh*t We have sex, she be like, "Take it off, put on my necklace" And when I'm done, it ain't no seconds, b*t*h, don't leave no evidence She might tell you that she love you, she don't love you They might tell you what you never get, so only trust you You can't put trust in no 'nother n***a that wasn't never there So when I die, it won't be no one with me, I'll just bring myself See the hate all through your eyes, dog, you ain't never care You can't say that you did sh*t for me, you show too much sympathy 'Member all that sh*t you said to me, what I would never be Two straps on me when I walk in the club, can't tell me sh*t Lil' bro gon' get a hundred thou' 'fore I put a dub on my wrist I'll pay my dog 'fore I get a n***a go do a hit We ain't gon' never go out bad, I swear we do this sh*t Go back broke, I'm movin' bricks Big bro died, I ain't used to this Jump out the whip, I'ma let off a hundred before I let them n***as do me in Sh*t went left and it wasn't the plan Back on the block with this fire in my hand You slidin' or what? N***a, what is you sayin'? Too many shots, he ain't hit, b*t*h, you playin' If he ain't dead, then we spinnin' again, again, and again, and again, and again This sh*t ain't gon' never change This sh*t gon' stay the same Heard them n***as was speakin' from jail Better off they be speakin' from hell Boy, them n***as some hoes, they get under pressure, they fold and speakin' to 12 Where you at? B*t*h, I'm on your trail Make a post, pop up, we there And I know they ain't slingin' still And I know they ain't gang for real She be playin' like she gon' leave a n***a on that petty sh*t We have sex, she be like, "Take it off, put on my necklace"
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