Lyrics:
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If Bug's ridin' I'ma stick by him
(Bow, bow)
If Trap slidin' got the stick by him
(Ay, ay) yC's drivin', lil' Bug bindin'
Spin it, spin it, keep
love to spin
(What, what?) , I love to win (Spin 'em
Spin 'em)
I love counting big money with my twins
I like fast cars, keep 'em by the lot
(Skrrt)
My
It gets dark inside
But I don't mind
And if you're gone it's
Like I'm going blind
I can't get by this time
Spin around, jump back
Take another
back
They all thought I'd spin out
Okay, bitch I doubt that
Yeah, I doubt that
Yeah, okay, I doubt that
They all thought I'd spin out
Okay, bitch I doubt
spin away
Chase and catch each other
Then burst apart again
Hug tight, spin, and separate
Attraction and repulsion
Repeat the two. Reiterate
The Big
Aye
Two times, two times, aye
Let's get it
Spin, spin
Spin, spin
Spin, spin
Spin, spin
Spin again, spin again
Hit his head, hit his mans
That nigga
Pop sumn drop sumn nigga move sumn
Spin a block go get at yo opps nigga shoot sumn
He claim he a demon well it's cap until he prove sumn
You the type
fin She wanna shop and gon' spin
We gon' shop, we gon' spin I wanna shop and gon' spin
I gon' spin, I gon' spin Big racks, yeah, I gon' spin
She wanna
these niggas bitches)
& we up on score (spin, spin, spin, while we grinning) let's go
& we up on score (fuck that shit you that's how we living)
I done
steady love won't change
There's power in our matter as we love and love again
You make my world spin right
You make my world spin right
As all the stars
RedOne, Konvict
GaGa, oh, eh
I've had a little bit too much, much (oh, oh, oh)
All of the people start to rush (start to rush by)
A dizzy twister
(Okey, okey)
Money dance
Chci bejt rich
First rule dont be snitch
Světla dělají blik blik
Nikdy neřeknu jim nic (Nic, nic)
Za brata ti dam svůj krk
us now
Well, there's broken silence
By thunder crashing in the dark (crash in the dark)
And this broken record
Spin endless where you are (spin
I heard you on the phone last night
We live and die by pretty lies
You know it, oh, we both know it
These hide nothing but just regrets
This
(FOREVEROLLIN)
Forever on it
Free Ric
(Flexin')
Told my brother if I'm missin'
I got set up by a bitch, oh, what?
Hands-on in that kitchen
Together we'll make harmony
Together we may dance differently but it's all good
I'm easily inspired by the people surrounding me
But still I take pride
see me they calling me rogue
Nigga don't talk I might spin through your block
I got designers and you wanna flop
Me and my niggas we aim for the top
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
beautiful in my way dances
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way spin
Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love
to ignore
Masculine, you spin a spell
I think you'd wear me well
Amy, Amy, Amy
Where's my moral parallel?
It takes me half an hour to write a verse
He
When I spin me that bin
And I spin it again
This glick 2 Tone
I got the bricks coming in by the metric ton
Took me a flight, put the pack on a flight
I
on down the aisle.
Mr. Big Man packin' that steel.
But tonight you ain't shit.
Now spin the fuckin' wheel!
Looks good nice try! Now let's see just
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