Lyrics Spreewells Spinnin' - Baby Bash

Baby Bash
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Spreewells Spinnin′
Spreewells spinnin, my spreewells spinnin
His spreewells keep spinnin and my trunks on pop
My spreewells spinnin, my spreewells spinnin
His spreewells keep spinnin and my trunks on pop
Spreewells spinnin... my spreewells spinnin, spinnin, spinnin

You know da ese keep right now i aint playin wit dem
Bently coupe drop down while you see da spreewells spin
Now see we choppin it up got the henny in da cup
Clean white tee tucked and i aint givin it a f***
King diamonds for the wify, 15 karats for da soulja truck
Blow to da bone 2.2 pearly gold and im still sewing it down
Moon roof to da back bently coupe blowin it out rock juice
Like a electric guitar, bounce to da sky like im tryna shoot
The stars and when i say what i do and i say what ive done
You dont wanna see me back cause, listen and my

Spreewells spinnin, my spreewells spinnin, my spreewells
Spinnin, spinnin, on chrome my spreewells spinnin,
His spreewells keep spinnin and my trunks on pop
My spreewells spinnin, my spreewells spinnin
His spreewells keep spinnin and my trunks on pop
Spreewells spinnin... my spreewells spinnin spinnin spinnin

Now thats me coming wit dem playa made mexicans thats baby
Bash on dat a** thankin presidents some call her baby squirrel
Like cash money benjamins im in the zone off that chrome in yo
Residence look like im skatin, big ballin n heavy weightin the
Trunk rida n look at that the speaker's quakin and i aint fakin
Like half the rappers in da nation so many trees look at the leaves
That i be rakin and like inflation im bubblin up to get the bacon
With the poundin and the gang n drink while ya′ll procastin
Im off the cova yea a fighta and a lova you want some sauce come
See ya boss about some butta
Spreewells spinnin, my spreewells spinnin, my spreewells
Spinnin, spinnin, on chrome my spreewells spinnin,
His spreewells keep spinnin and my trunks on pop
My spreewells spinnin, my spreewells spinnin
His spreewells keep spinnin and my trunks on pop
Spreewells spinnin... my spreewells spinnin spinnin spinnin

Chop chop you know it dont stop the spreewells keep spinnin
And my trunks on pop, chop chop you know it dont stop the
Spreewells keep spinnin and my trunks on pop and i stay ridn
Clean, driven screens yellow diamonds all on my ring keep some
Style on my team speed under my driver seat diamonds spinnin
Like my head after i dicoptined lucky i dont spend the rent
Tell them folks to cut a check likes to get floss on
Ima boss son ten thousand on chrome paper grew n died long
I aint f****** wit it boy pimpin been pimpin long rims paid
Fo J.O.B in A-town i dont rest in gettin chips outta strippa
Mexicans stay dough n da game aint free wheels spin like ceilin fans
Wood grain up in my hand pocket full of benjamens

You spend as much on tires cause you dont want beef with my ese
These aint no babynay shoes this is chingo bling shoes so
Baby mama wipe me down my wet back with tissues go to old school
Had to throw some urnge on dat hoe bought a 18 wheeler
Had to throw some birds on dat hoe this n like that each wheel on relax
Aint no masa like that with the last name on the back got the 4 folks
Pokin candy paint soakin H-town to mexico back of the oakland at night time
Im lookin i got my cowboy hat grill is warm stove and oven masa ima
Double that they lookin for cause they dont like beaners how much naga can
I pull if i ride these spinna's

On chrome, my spreewells spinnin, my spreewells spinnin,
My spreewells spinnin, my spreewells keep spinnin and my trunks on pop
My spreewells spinnin, my spreewells spinnin
On chrome, my spreewells spinnin, my spreewells spinnin,
My spreewells spinnin, my spreewells keep spinnin and my trunks on pop
My spreewells spinnin, my spreewells spinnin chop chop you know it dont stop
On chrome, my spreewells spinnin, my spreewells spinnin,
My spreewells spinnin, my spreewells keep spinnin and my trunks on pop
My spreewells spinnin, my spreewells spinnin

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