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Spin
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Spin fue publicado el 8 de abril de 2022 por CMG/Warlike/Interscope Records como parte del álbum Last Ones Left
Released8 de abril de 2022
SelloCMG/Warlike/Interscope Records
IdiomaEnglish
BPM72
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía

Vídeo musical

Vídeo musical

Letras

[Verse 1]
Forever on it
[Verse 2]
Tell my brother if I'm missing
I got set up by a bitch
Oh, what?
Hands-on in that kitchen
I don't think I hit the tan enough
Young dog throw them bands for nothing
I got two hundred pants for nothing
[Verse 3]
Rick ain't whack your mans for nothing
Bitch, you know he had that coming
I still sell them gram 200
I might move to Houston Monday
I don't pay my shooters nothing
They all do that shit for free
Exotic how them bricks is cheap
They front me 4, 'bout six a week
That pape for AP, them pics for Ric
She suckin' dick, you cuffed the bitch
All in ****' DM
We know I said you couldn't trust a bitch
My **** lie, we beefin' now
I told him not to hit my line
[Verse 4]
Yeah, I still
Be fuckin' with them pills
Yeah, we spin
I'll spin your shit again
****, fuck Will
And everybody told
R.I.P to all my ****
Free my motherfuckin' bros
[Verse 5]
Yeah, I still
Be fuckin' with them pills
****, we spin
I'll spin your shit again
****, fuck Will
And everybody, yeah
And free my motherfuckin' bros
Doin' life up in the feds
[Verse 6]
Red beam on the dred
Need 'em dead
What's the price I paid?
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 **** 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 spin my last
I drop bags and put 'em on your ass
This shit clear as glass
Last time tinted yellow
Said it tasted bad
[Verse 7]
If it ain't 'bout cash, then what it is?
On an island, you see fish
Choppers, Glocks and six
Sure hope you can swim
Couple grand
And we right where he live
Take him, we ain't spin
Park the car, hop out on land
Head, masks, gloves, hands
Just to get back from my mans
[Verse 8]
I still
Be fuckin' with them pills
Yeah, we spin
I'll spin your shit again
****, fuck Will
And everybody told
R.I.P to all my ****
Free my motherfuckin' bros
[Verse 9]
Yeah, I still
Be fuckin' with them pills
****, we spin
I'll spin your shit again
****, fuck Will
And everybody, yeah
Free my motherfuckin' bros
Doin' life up in the feds
Written by: Aaron Butler, Dion Hayes, George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr, Oscar Braojos Garcia
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