Clip vidéo

42 Dugg, EST Gee - Spin (Official Audio)
Regarder le vidéoclip de {trackName} par {artistName}

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Rap
EST Gee
EST Gee
Rap
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Paroles/Composition
George Stone III
George Stone III
Paroles/Composition
Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr
Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr
Paroles/Composition
Aaron Butler
Aaron Butler
Paroles/Composition
Oscar Braojos Garcia
Oscar Braojos Garcia
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Flex On The Beat
Flex On The Beat
Production
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Production
Tymaz
Tymaz
Production
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Ingénierie de mixage
Eric Fernandez
Eric Fernandez
Ingénierie de mixage
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Khaya Gilika
Khaya Gilika
Ingénierie

Paroles

Forever rollin' (forever rollin') (Flexing) Told 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 Y'all know I throw them bands for nothin I got two in the pants for nothin We can't whack your mans for nothin Bitch, you know he had that comin I still serve them grams two-hundred, I might move to Houston Monday I don't pay my shooters nothin, they all do that shit for free Exotic, how them bricks is cheap? They front me four bout six a week That paper add them piece for Reece She sucking dick, you cuff the bitch All in niggas DM, we know, I said you couldn't trust the bitch My nigga Lock, we beefin now, I told him not to hit my line I still be fuckin with them pills Yeah, we spin, I'll spin your shit again Nigga, fuck Will and everybody told RIP to all my niggas, free my motherfuckin bros Yeah, I still be fuckin with them pills Nigga, we spin, I'll spin your shit again Nigga, fuck Will and everybody, yeah Free my motherfuckin' bros doing 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' Dead 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'll 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 the island, you see fins Choppers, Glocks, and SIGs Sure hope you can swim Couple grand and we right where he live Take him, get where he spin Park the car, hop out on land Head, mask, gloves, hands That's that get back for my mans I still be fuckin with them pills Yeah, we spin, I'll spin your shit again Nigga, fuck Will and everybody told RIP to all my niggas, free my motherfuckin bros Yeah, I still be fuckin with them pills Nigga, we spin, I'll spin your shit again Nigga, fuck Will and everybody, yeah Free my motherfuckin' bros doing life up in the feds
Writer(s): Composer Author Unknown, Dion Marquise Hayes, George Stone, Foreverolling, Oscar Alberto Garcia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out