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edot babyy - spinnin lyrics
[intro]
(m_m_m_mercy)
(k_k_kb the plug)
grrah
(ransom, you got this)
grrah, grrah_grrah, boom, uh
[chorus]
it’s lit in the party
lil’ thot go dumb off the molly
i might roll up delilah or lotti (lotti)
can’t wait ’till i catch me zanotti (zanotti)
you spin? you what? you uh, you dumb (grrah_grrah)
this chop’ that i got make ’em run (grrah_grrah)
beretta attached with the beam on the gun (grrah_grrah, boom)
i’m spinnin’, i’m looking for n_ggas that’s talking on gang, like
how you go dumb with the juice?
you ain’t catch no hits, you don’t got no aim (don’t got no aim)
i’m wit’ it, i’m a shooter, i might spin through the sev with a ruger
head crack, i’ma slide off a scooter
.456 and i gotta maneuver (gotta maneuver)
[verse]
this chop’, i’m tossin’
oh he 2woo? bro off him (gang)
grrah_grrah, put him in a coffin
bro keep cl!ckin’, ain’t taking no losses (at all, at all)
i’m trying to get him, leave him where he at
like, what’s the word, what’s the facts?
i don’t like fightin’ so i keep a—, uh
i don’t like fightin’ so i keep a strap (baow, baow, baow)
big chop’ on me, uh
i’m in thе field with a rocket (grrah_grrah, boom)
he watchin’ my hand in my bag, uh
but that sh_t in my pockеt (pocket)
bri bri (bri bri), these n_ggas be cuffin’ a thot b_tch
i can not lack for no b_tch in the strip
these n_ggas be cuffin’ a opp b_tch
[?] tryna catch ’em [?], like
get shot in your chest
talkin’ on bro, you can meet your death (grrah)
everybody dead, n_ggas got me fed (grrah, grrah_grrah, boom)
i did a lot for these n_ggas (uh), and n_ggas ain’t do back (at all)
i shot a lot of these n_ggas, and n_ggas ain’t shoot back at all, grrah
[chorus]
it’s lit in the party
lil’ thot go dumb off the molly
i might roll up delilah or lotti (lotti)
can’t wait ’till i catch me zanotti (zanotti)
you spin? you what? you uh, you dumb (grrah_grrah)
this chop’ that i got make ’em run (grrah_grrah)
beretta attached with the beam on the gun (grrah_grrah, boom)
i’m spinnin’, i’m looking for n_ggas that’s talking on gang, like
how you go dumb with the juice?
you ain’t catch no hits, you don’t got no aim (don’t got no aim)
i’m wit’ it, i’m a shooter, i might spin through the sev with a ruger
head crack, i’ma slide off a scooter
.456 and i gotta maneuver (gotta maneuver)
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