Lyrics:
Man I spin that block
Hundred rounds no cap
Poser and Kieth, yeah we back in the booth
Dropping these hits upon hits, I'm just smashin
She a bad bitch,
This last joint we gon' call Conversations
Original produced by DJ Pain, big up bro
So when I sat down to write this joint
I thought about all
I just wrapped a coupe, yeah, I got the fin
And you know your head, yeah, he tryna spin
I just heard zoom, zoom, tank G, plug the blender in
Yeah, I
with god
And I'd get him to swap our places (like)
Be runnin up that road (yap, yap, yap)
Man these niggas cap they never spin they opps
Nigga tried
bitches on my line
She throw it back
If she scrolling on my phone, telling me
To spin it back
I spin it back (back, back)
Spin it back
I'll do it again
a passing dream
Past, present, future, in a cosmic waltz they spin
A timeless ballet, where stories begin
Space-time's canvas, painted with stardust and light
Yeah, you took me by surprise
Other guys didn't
I could see it in your eyes
You were shy with it
But we didn't have the time
To decide if this could
Writing love songs under water
Building monuments by accident
and rainbows out of sand
Singing serenades of silence
Painting portraits of the mind
Yeah
Remix
Yeah, check it out
Brought to you by Blackstreet
It's the remix
No diggity, no doubt
Play on playette
Lil' Man, Funky Mama in
over burns
Stomach turns, sneaky snickers for her
I didn't mean to take you for a spin
But I just need an angel by my hip
'Cause I'm completed when
of your machinations.
(Too bad, machinations, too bad, machinations)
It's over,
Kaput except for the tail spin.
(Too bad, for the tail spin, too bad,
Downtown's been caught by the hysteria
People scream and shout
A generation's on the move
When disco spreads like bacteria
These lonely days are
in things that stay the same
In my room I measure time by the things that I use up
And just like my shopping list I will never change
But I keep seeing
let's take a spin,
Everybody's waitin' for the show to begin.
Up to the top, by the neck, and let ya go, (wow!)
Try to land in a glass of faygo! (uh!)
with your top
Long live Jim, nigga, you was the G.O.A.T
Scary-ass bitch, better act like you know
They cameras stretch, so, I hit his backdoor
Long
sorry not sorry like Bryson Tiller (spin it)
I remember that day was a thriller, bro popped off, blood flow like a river
Four man, two shanks, one
I'm so happy with my feet on the ground
So happy, my head spins around
Quite content to sit on this fence
Quite content now a little bit older
a ride?
I don't know what you're doing tonight
I'm trying hard not to call up
But I'm losing my mind
And now that you ain't by my side, yeah
I have
the week
Everything is alright on a Saturday night
And I've got all my fellows with their honey by my side
The DJ spins a record ´till he hits the morning
are maddening?
Do I sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I try to catch them red handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness?
Or do I trust
Beyblades
We gon spin right thru
Pills really kill, I don’t take Es
I feel like Ice Cube
Rap Attack of the Clones
Like Kamino, my brother
He trap off
make you wanna try ah ah ah ah ah
Come and see me stop on by and don't you blow it
Pull up
Everytime you spin the block
Don't be scared to make
it all you have.
You gotta ride it out
You gotta finish strong
Grab it by the reins and just hang on
Dig your heels in, pull your hat down
When
got em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid as a forty
Each and every day,
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