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Letra : Spin Again
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"
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"
