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spin
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Hip-Hop/Rap
spin was released on September 20, 2024 by Grim OX as a part of the album Project OX
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Release DateSeptember 20, 2024
LabelGrim OX
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Grim Ox
Grim Ox
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Grimaldi
Matthew Grimaldi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Grim Ox
Grim Ox
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Huh, uh, ah (Dee B, he got that)
Yeah, ah, huh
Man, I'm fucked up, pour up an eight (Pour up an eight)
Took a bad lil' bitch on a date (On a date)
And my neck on Frosted Flake (Flake)
Fuck around, might frost her face (Face)
Now I'm good, I'm good, I'm straight (I'm straight)
Pull up, Bugatti, no Andrew Tate (Andrew Tate)
She got that body, I grab her waist (Her waist)
They talkin' 'bout me? Like, hold up, wait (Hold up)
Spin, spin, spin, spin
Blacked out, can't see in the Benz (Haha)
Real shit, that's word to my mans (Hold up)
Spin, spin, spin, spin
I'ma spark up, this for the win
Goin' to Hell, I count my sins
Goin' to Hell, I'm counting my sins
I'm serving them shells, that's word to my nonna
I'm ringin' a bell then fuckin' her friends
I cut a bitch off like, "I ain't even know you"
Shawty on ya, she doin' me, yeehaw
Give me that mind, this stick finna blow ya
She eat me like kale, I sip her like gin
I told her, "Just lay up, baby, no floater," huh, huh
Pack hot, Arizona, huh, huh
I know you smell the odor, huh, huh
We ain't sippin' on Yoda, bitch, I give her my nut, I'm a donor, huh, huh
Too sick like Corona, huh, huh
Don't run, I'm an owner, huh, huh
What I love more, my own money or sex? I cannot decide, bipolar, huh, huh
Man, I'm fucked up, pour up an eight (Eight)
Took a bad lil' bitch on a date (Date)
And my neck on Frosted Flake (Flake)
Fuck around, might frost her face (Face)
Now I'm good, I'm good, I'm straight (I'm straight)
Pull up, Bugatti, no Andrew Tate (Andrew Tate)
She got that body, I grab her waist (Her waist)
They talkin' 'bout me? Like, hold up, wait (Hold up)
Spin, spin, spin, spin
Blacked out, can't see in the Benz (Haha)
Real shit, that's word to my mans (Hold up)
Spin, spin, spin, spin
I'ma spark up, this for the win
Goin' to Hell, I count my sins (Dee B, he got that)
Written by: Matthew Grimaldi
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