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Stumpah Jay - Spiral 2 Lyrics



Stumpah Jay - Spiral 2 Lyrics
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She be throwing ass in a spiral
She be throwing ass in a spiral
She be throwing ass in a spiral
She be throwing ass in a spiral
She be throwing ass in a spiral
She be throwing ass in a spiral
Shawty keep it P, so i keep it P baby girl yes im him
Money giving me a lap dance it spread from here to here
No man i ever fear them boys some hoes they stare like deer
Lil shawty like a chip i smack her once and then i dip
So much dog shit yeah this shit on the floor or some
I just smacked this groupie bitch , yeah lil shawty know im him
No i don't play fair, lil shawty tricking off she trim
I'm tender bout my bitch you play her i take a limb
No we not them, aww
No we not them at all
It's f*ck that boy he ain't my dawg
Send the lo i come through knock some off
F*ck, and this shit right here is getting to strange
I been tripping, im switching my lanes
Got a bitch and she giving me brain
F*ck, this shit be getting insane
I catch two of em' i be contemplating who should die
F*cking with ya im losing my brain
Man im tripping i forgot im clutching a switch, this motherf*cker here got a whole lotta range
Skrrt, you here the cat drifting away
All of these bankrolls bitches say that they want it come grab it come get it we bank
Guns flaming, perfect aiming, yeah them youngins, i can't tame em'
She said that she love me no i can't believe her because that lil hoe left me brainless
F*ck her I don't want her regardless
I don't give a damn bout none of that shit he saying don't jump in the way you a a target
I ain't going for a damn thing strange all in my mode get to tripping out
300 blackout blow the backout know im really siking out
Hanging out the window big black truck know i gatta let the anger out
Me and twin really be hanging out, these niggas rookie they ain't bang it out
How you blood ain't no hellraised
How you blood yeen get no flame
These niggas dub, these niggas lame
They dick riding that shit be gay
These niggas claiming EBK dont want no smoke im temping fades
Don't want no smoke im renegade
They know i really step for shay
Number 7 illegal weapon it's a box on back the glock, this pussy boy got sent to heaven
How the f*ck you claim my kind but ain't never used no weapon
Bitch im really known for stepping, i can do this rapping shit i don't give no f*cks i like the weapons
Nigga pussy i ain't smelling
Nigga rookie i know he telling
Riding round in a box with felons
None of my kind be telling
None of my kind be telling
None of my kind be telling
Omerta be the code
Sticking by the whoas right or wrong
Sticking by the whoas right or wrong
Sticking with the whoas right or wrong
Whole lotta mob buisness
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She be throwing ass in a spiral
She be throwing ass in a spiral
She be throwing ass in a spiral
She be throwing ass in a spiral
She be throwing ass in a spiral
She be throwing ass in a spiral
Shawty keep it P, so i keep it P baby girl yes im him
Money giving me a lap dance it spread from here to here
No man i ever fear them boys some hoes they stare like deer
Lil shawty like a chip i smack her once and then i dip
So much dog shit yeah this shit on the floor or some
I just smacked this groupie bitch , yeah lil shawty know im him
No i don't play fair, lil shawty tricking off she trim
I'm tender bout my bitch you play her i take a limb
No we not them, aww
No we not them at all
It's f*ck that boy he ain't my dawg
Send the lo i come through knock some off
F*ck, and this shit right here is getting to strange
I been tripping, im switching my lanes
Got a bitch and she giving me brain
F*ck, this shit be getting insane
I catch two of em' i be contemplating who should die
F*cking with ya im losing my brain
Man im tripping i forgot im clutching a switch, this motherf*cker here got a whole lotta range
Skrrt, you here the cat drifting away
All of these bankrolls bitches say that they want it come grab it come get it we bank
Guns flaming, perfect aiming, yeah them youngins, i can't tame em'
She said that she love me no i can't believe her because that lil hoe left me brainless
F*ck her I don't want her regardless
I don't give a damn bout none of that shit he saying don't jump in the way you a a target
I ain't going for a damn thing strange all in my mode get to tripping out
300 blackout blow the backout know im really siking out
Hanging out the window big black truck know i gatta let the anger out
Me and twin really be hanging out, these niggas rookie they ain't bang it out
How you blood ain't no hellraised
How you blood yeen get no flame
These niggas dub, these niggas lame
They dick riding that shit be gay
These niggas claiming EBK dont want no smoke im temping fades
Don't want no smoke im renegade
They know i really step for shay
Number 7 illegal weapon it's a box on back the glock, this pussy boy got sent to heaven
How the f*ck you claim my kind but ain't never used no weapon
Bitch im really known for stepping, i can do this rapping shit i don't give no f*cks i like the weapons
Nigga pussy i ain't smelling
Nigga rookie i know he telling
Riding round in a box with felons
None of my kind be telling
None of my kind be telling
None of my kind be telling
Omerta be the code
Sticking by the whoas right or wrong
Sticking by the whoas right or wrong
Sticking with the whoas right or wrong
Whole lotta mob buisness
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Writer: Julian Jones, Edward Robinson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Stumpah Jay
Language: English
Length: 2:43
Written by: Julian Jones, Edward Robinson

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