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42 Dugg - Spin Lyrics



42 Dugg - Spin Lyrics
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(FOREVEROLLIN)
Forever on it
Free Ric
(Flexin')

Told my brother if I'm missin'
I got set up by a bitch, oh, what?
Hands-on in that kitchen
I don't think I hit the tan enough (baow)
Y'all know I throw them bands for nothin'
I got two in the pants for nothin'
Ric ain't whack your mans for nothin'
Bitch, you know he had that comin'
I still serve them grams, two hunnid
I might move to Houston Monday
I don't pay my shooters nothin'
they all do that shit for free
Exotic, have them bricks for cheap
They front me four, buy six a week
That paper and them pics for Reece
She suckin' dick, you cuff the bitch
All in niggas' DM's we know
I said you couldn't trust the bitch
My nigga locked, we beefin' now
I told him not to hit my line

Yeah, I still
Be f*ckin' with them pills
Yeah, we spin
A spin your shit again
Nigga, f*ck Will and everybody told
R.I.P to all my niggas
Free my motherf*ckin' bros

Yeah, I still
Be f*ckin' with them pills
Nigga, we spin
A spin your shit again
Nigga, f*ck Will and everybody, yeah
Free my motherf*ckin' bros
Doin' life up in the feds

Red beam on the dread
Need 'em dead
What's the price, I'll pay it
It's love, I ain't even gotta say it
Steppin' long as he got legs
Step in the name of Lil' Ded
Preppin' myself how to play it
These niggas must think I'm playin'
Came in, catch the place, we sped
Flowers, teddy bears, he dead
Bang a tester in his leg
Noddin', slobbin', drop his head
Happy that I spent my last
I drop bags and put 'em on your ass
This shit clear as glass
Last time tinted yellow, said it tasted bad
If it ain't bout cash, then what it is?
On an island, you see FNs
Choppers, Glocks and SIGs
Sure hope you can swim
Couple grand and we right where he live
Technically we ain't spin
Park the car, hop out on land
Head, masks, gloves, hands
Just to get back from my mans

I still
Be f*ckin' with them pills
Yeah, we spin
A spin your shit again
Nigga, f*ck Will and everybody told
R.I.P to all my niggas
Free my motherf*ckin' bros

Yeah, I still
Be f*ckin' with them pills
Nigga, we spin
A spin your shit again
Nigga, f*ck Will and everybody, yeah
Free my motherf*ckin' bros
Doin' life up in the feds
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(FOREVEROLLIN)
Forever on it
Free Ric
(Flexin')

Told my brother if I'm missin'
I got set up by a bitch, oh, what?
Hands-on in that kitchen
I don't think I hit the tan enough (baow)
Y'all know I throw them bands for nothin'
I got two in the pants for nothin'
Ric ain't whack your mans for nothin'
Bitch, you know he had that comin'
I still serve them grams, two hunnid
I might move to Houston Monday
I don't pay my shooters nothin'
they all do that shit for free
Exotic, have them bricks for cheap
They front me four, buy six a week
That paper and them pics for Reece
She suckin' dick, you cuff the bitch
All in niggas' DM's we know
I said you couldn't trust the bitch
My nigga locked, we beefin' now
I told him not to hit my line

Yeah, I still
Be f*ckin' with them pills
Yeah, we spin
A spin your shit again
Nigga, f*ck Will and everybody told
R.I.P to all my niggas
Free my motherf*ckin' bros

Yeah, I still
Be f*ckin' with them pills
Nigga, we spin
A spin your shit again
Nigga, f*ck Will and everybody, yeah
Free my motherf*ckin' bros
Doin' life up in the feds

Red beam on the dread
Need 'em dead
What's the price, I'll pay it
It's love, I ain't even gotta say it
Steppin' long as he got legs
Step in the name of Lil' Ded
Preppin' myself how to play it
These niggas must think I'm playin'
Came in, catch the place, we sped
Flowers, teddy bears, he dead
Bang a tester in his leg
Noddin', slobbin', drop his head
Happy that I spent my last
I drop bags and put 'em on your ass
This shit clear as glass
Last time tinted yellow, said it tasted bad
If it ain't bout cash, then what it is?
On an island, you see FNs
Choppers, Glocks and SIGs
Sure hope you can swim
Couple grand and we right where he live
Technically we ain't spin
Park the car, hop out on land
Head, masks, gloves, hands
Just to get back from my mans

I still
Be f*ckin' with them pills
Yeah, we spin
A spin your shit again
Nigga, f*ck Will and everybody told
R.I.P to all my niggas
Free my motherf*ckin' bros

Yeah, I still
Be f*ckin' with them pills
Nigga, we spin
A spin your shit again
Nigga, f*ck Will and everybody, yeah
Free my motherf*ckin' bros
Doin' life up in the feds
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Writer: Aaron Butler, Dion Hayes, George Stone, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr., Oscar Braojos Garcia
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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