paroles de chanson Spin Spin Spin Spin - Trabajarie , 111AM

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 shit
Strip a pussy nigga made em run up on his hands
You ain't really on shit
Strip a pussy nigga made em do a fucking dance

Made a nigga do a backflip
Fear of god I'm saks fifth
Middle finger like a cactus
With a bad bitch I need a actress
With a bad bitch I need a actress
I'm sliding with the fucking ratchet
It's Tony Montana pull up on a fuck nigga made him do a backflip
Junky burning down the stove
I pop percs I'm fucking with the hoes
Hot box sliding out with a pole
Young niggas take 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 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 shit
Strip a pussy nigga made em run up on his hands
You ain't really on shit
Strip a pussy nigga made em do a fucking 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 niggas 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 shit like a punt
Bitch imma king
You little niggas some pawns
These niggas moving like they want some smoke
They don't know we on the shit that they on
Paranoid I keep a K in my arm
1:11AM and king 10 in this bit
I brought a glock F&N in this bit
Diamonds so wet you can swim in this bit
Not tryna talk bitch I'm just tryna hit
Ran outta wock so I'm sipping on triss
Cup full of yellow I'm pouring up piss
Don't need to settle I know I'm the shit
Pull up extended I sent in a blitz
Spin on yo block like a muhfucking 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 shit
Strip a pussy nigga made em run up on his hands
You ain't really on shit
Strip a pussy nigga made em do a fucking dance

Foreign car pushed to start
We the wockhardt league on my fucking glands
Anything under a hundred Ms foreign talk
Nigga I don't understand
Balenciaga my walk money beanstalk
Paper keep cutting my hands
That water turned me to a shark
Before a cartier bitch I had rubber bands
Straight out the blender
Grams I had to pitch
I fucked this bitch in Gucci sinopse
I can't be no tender dick lil nigga this ain't my hoe
How you ain't suck no dick
Tryna sneak take pictures you gotta go
That shit be on me head to toe
Don't hit me less you need a bow
These niggas can't copy my flow
I'm 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 niggas 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 space
She wanna hop in the car with me
Get to gripping my shit like a hand brake
Bitch I been counting up constantly
Imma keep doing this til my hands break