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#A92 Dbo x Ksav - Spin Dat 🇮🇪 [Music Video] | GRM Daily
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
A92
A92
Performer
A9Ksav
A9Ksav
Performer
A9Dbo Fundz
A9Dbo Fundz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lloyd Olalere
Lloyd Olalere
Composer
Israel Olajide
Israel Olajide
Composer
Joshua Benjamin
Joshua Benjamin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joshua Benjamin
Joshua Benjamin
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Lyrics

92, baby OC living that's Organised Crime, man run round there let's fry man Diligence Simba, I'm surprised to see you Ride, no Uber super, I beg a boy please try mad man Dbo Fundz, you can't miss me on road Yo, spin dat, is that my man? Hold up, let's find man I take my shots, my shots don't miss, never wave my stick like a blind man OC living that's Organised Crime, man run round there let's fry man If I get charged for the M that's life, man I ain't tryna do no time, man Yo, hold on, where's my man? Let's hop out and grab man At the back of the ride, no Uber super, I beg a boy please try mad man Them boys my son like junior, every one knows D's town where you'll find man We'll jump out, let's fry man, not on beef don't waste my time, man Yo, since - came back from the gulag, please tell me that your mandem slide Add a K to the 9, no K9, all of my opps just bark, no bite Them man stay inside, don't lie, you don't go on glides And wanna spit my name on a mic when your bro-bro - done fought for his life And I never got chased by a Rambo knife, but your bro got chinged by a Rambo knife Every other time that we go on glides the number of patients in hospitals rise You should thank God for your bro-bro's life, 'cause really and truly the boy should've died Most of my opps been hospitalized, but they still love talk on my 92 guys They can't talk on me and the guys cah most of their guys been cheffed or done up Got yinged by bro on the B-side block, I don't know how that yute still got up They don't make no bands, get your bread up Sleeping on hospital beds, aren't you fed up? I ain't seen them yutes in a while, it's like none of the niners wanna get dead up Yo, hold on, broski where you there when we slid to the 9? But got done, Ozzy ran for his life, I can't blame that kid, he was petrified I need to stay on my grind but the money keeps calling I might shot two packs, I might bust a rhyme Yo, back to the trap one time cah all I like see is them euro signs Spin dat, is that my man? Hold up, let's find man I take my shots, my shots don't miss, never wave my stick like a blind man OC living that's Organised Crime, man run round there let's fry man If I get charged for the M that's life, man I ain't tryna do no time, man Yo, hold on, where's my man? Let's hop out and grab man At the back of the ride, no Uber super, I beg a boy please try mad man Them boys my son like junior, every one knows D's town where you'll find man We'll jump out, let's fry man, not on beef don't waste my time, man That's OCG, that's organised crime gang, you don't really wanna buck this back Who's that? Slide back, let me hop out the ride, I'll ying him, and you know my niggas all to attack No cap, listen ahk, if I bring you right back, bro fought bros in a negative fight back How they move like that? Guess my boy ride back, he's on top of the fields, left a nigga right back I ain't on no verbal thing, I got sticks and stones that'll break man's bones I don't play no games like Thanos 'round here, we defend man's city like Stones My blade gon' rip through clothes, doing up drills like cone to cone Sherlock tryna break these homes, you know, you can get sprayed, no hose If we put one man in a box, you know judge will try to hand out birds But your bird can hold the box, if you chat to the damn, I know you heard I wanna re-up on the box and set off shots, let these packs fly out like birds Hoes got left on the razzclat curb, 92 baby, not from 63rd No 63rd, from the A92, where we from we don't fuck with the 9 Jump out the ride tryna yuck that, yuck that, yo, really tryna itch man spine I remember times when we got down, he was there on the ground tryna scream for his life Don't get me vexed, I've been on the field for time, really tryna let corn fly Spin dat, is that my man? Hold up, let's find man I take my shots, my shots don't miss, never wave my stick like a blind man OC living that's Organised Crime, man run round there let's fry man If I get charged for the M that's life, man I ain't tryna do no time, man Yo, hold on, where's my man? Let's hop out and grab man At the back of the ride, no Uber super, I beg a boy please try mad man Them boys my son like junior, every one knows D's town where you'll find man We'll jump out, let's fry man, not on beef don't waste my time, man
Writer(s): Joshua Benjamin, Lloyd Olalere, Israel Olajide Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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