Correction Paroles Spin It! par 30 Deep Grimeyy

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I ain't hoppin' in that car if the windows ain't tinted (B*t*h)
She want me to f**k her, I'm like b*t*h I got you in a minute (In a minute hoe)
I just pulled up in that foreign thing, it's looking rented (B*t*h)
And I'm smoking on this blunt, it look like I just put spinach in it
Hit that block, kill that b*t*h when I spin it, spin it

That's a lot, that's a lot, I got guap
That's yo thot, that's yo thot, she gave top
In that drop top, looking for them opps
Pu**y try to test me, how he end up popped
It looked like a XD, but I'm totin' the Glock
Look at my wrist b*t*h, that sh*t be on freeze
I know rollin' 60's, 52's and [?]
If you let that chain hang off yo neck that sh*t I keep
I be rollin' round a murder with my pipe on me
B*t*h I'm back, b*t*h I'm back
B*t*h I'm back in a murder lookin' for opps to heat
B*t*h I'm back, b*t*h I'm back

I ain't hoppin' in that car if the windows ain't tinted (B*t*h)
She want to me f**k her, I'm like b*t*h I got you in a minute (In a minute hoe)
I just pulled up in that foreign thing, it's looking rented (B*t*h)
And I'm smoking on this blunt, it look like I just put spinach in it
Hit that block, kill that b*t*h when I spin it, spin it
I know [?] and BDs
The opps they want me dead gon' have to kill me
If you really out here in these streets then you gon' have to feel me
And I'm the king of drill, the king of killing beef
I done bust all on her eye she can't even see
Might not shoot the 3, I'm in the post like I'm Kareem
Mister move different, I grab the glizzy let off steam
You ain't shooting sh*t, your opps alive, my opps deceased
Doing all that dissin' on my name, ain't kill a thing that ain't real beefin'
She sucking d**k in the car, yea she uber eats
Sick of these [?] been faking this gangsta sh*t, shoot at me atleast
Actin' like you a b*t*h, movin' around when sh*t get real deep
I'm hooded up, creepin' in yo bushes b*t*h you know I'm a real creep

We in this b*t*h with chops, we in this b*t*h with Glocks
I heard the feds listening (Shh), we in this b*t*h with props
I ran it up and got a bag and put my [?] in it
He tried to park, I let it spark and hit his fitted, fitted
Don't f**k with [?], I popped a narc it got me dizzy, dizzy
Don't call my phone I'm gon' decline, cause I be busy, busy
I ain't hoppin' in no box, that's a [?]
I ain't totin' on no Glocks, unless it got a switchy
I ain't trickin' on no thot, b*t*h it's fifty, fifty
Who that say I duck my top, I'm in the city, city
Yea, b*t*h I'm back
What?
B*t*h I'm back
Yea, [?] cap
Pull up he get clapped
Yea, b*t*h I'm back
What?
B*t*h I'm back
I ain't hoppin' in that car if the windows ain't tinted (B*t*h)
She want me to f**k her, I'm like b*t*h I got you in a minute (In a minute hoe)
I just pulled up in that foreign thing, it's looking rented (B*t*h)
And I'm smoking on this blunt, it look like I just put spinach in it
Hit that block, kill that b*t*h when I spin it, spin it

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