Lyrics:
like jacks
Yeah
They tell me get it and I'm on his back
Six will play you like a quarterback
Had to ask about who taught her that
I just focus
wait a minute!
A car full of thug niggas geah I'm in it (geah)
In a Lex but the seats back any to ??
Hoes green and cash raid to spin it
Who the G's with
books
Chose your own adventure
I'm obsessing like a drug fiend
Fantasies of actors clandestinely having sex in love scenes
But why not amateurs openly
is your cracker jack prize
This is your American romance
Read it to your children when you tuck them in
It's all in the struggle my friend, its
sin
Roll through terreno get treated like you was kin
Cause we all in the house again and want win
So take midnite spin come in I hope your feel fine
solo
Call me Maverick like it's Top Gun
That HK split his dome and
Spin him with that carbon
Yo biggest homie snitchin'
Singin' like an opera
I'm out in
Asking Me A 100 question no exam
I eat the road up in dis Pontiac trans Am
Black glizzy black panther throwing bullets like I’m cam
I do what I want
gets the hoes, I'm a low-key freak when I get drunk
Bitch, I'm gettin' what I want, mama didn't raise a punk (bitch)
Lately, I been in a funk, had
I see it, I feel it, temptation calls
I hear it, she haunts me, as darkness falls
She's standing in the hallway, and my head begins to spin
With this
Starange:
Son I know what you mean cause shorties sill say that
I know that ain't jack high off 8 black
Louieville:
Tough guy they lie they see moms in
the past behind you
I've seen love in vain
I have felt the pain
Torn in desire
Lead by the fire
And as I lived it all the world became to small
by,
Just when I get the feeling that the universe
Is reeling, suddenly the song is ending;
And I find that I'm descending like a star
That's
Early in the morning and I'm in my ride
Rolling to the garage with the homeboy, getting high
Rolling down the calle in my rag sixty-three
Looking
Fuck all my haters they know who they are
Gettin shot by jamacha blvd
Bitch im by campo
South Barcelona st somewhere where you can't go
Rip my mans Bo,
the lock from the outside in
This wheel of fate can roll and spin
Captive soldier betrayed by love
Sees no bars he sees the stars above
A link
I'm sitting in the best place that I should
And the cars that pass are the loudest cars that could.
Well, the earth blocked the sun
Like they said
Office blocks, corner shops, traffic jams on every street, the same old rush around
Obsolete, I'm a freak, in a show on brighton beach, as the snow
Rice, beans liar
Hands in your pockets to avoid my ire
But I'm behind you sticking like a train on a curve
Ain't no disciple sewer diving fool
You got my
in on the bills that I'm facin' (never)
Cousin just called out from prison
And when I ain't got it sometimes I spin him (my bad)
We ain't never talk
get in let's take a spin
Lemme drive you to suicide I'm gone with the wind
I'm out my mind, and in my mind I travel through space and time
If you find
"Meanwhile, in another part of the town"
I got a suicide squeeze on the trigger
Hit you like a swig of 100 proof hard liquor
The Minister gotta
think I'm Joey Cicero
Pimp hand slip only time a nigga miss a hoe
Play me like a bitch and bet that choppa get to spin like it's Mystical
Ay ay play me
I found myself in my head
Think about my partner, wanna cry, don't wanna rest
I'm so used to getting cheques
cnd they so used to feeling down
'Cause
That’s when it sinks in
I’m one more person on your list
You ever mix up all our faces loading up those bases?
Over and over the wheels in my head
Spin
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