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fbg murda - headspinners كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(d_mn, finngotit)
brrt, brrt, uh
brrt, brrt, uh, come on, come on
alright, uh

[chorus]
i’m in the clip ridin’ ’round this b_tch like i’ma mail you, you follow my route and get sniped (you follow my route and get sniped, woo, woo)
now i’m a rapper, i been out that car a lil’ minute, he still ain’t went got him a strike (he still ain’t went got him a strike)
this b_tch’ll jump out your hand ’cause this sh_t for grown men, gotta make sure you holdin’ it tight (make sure you holdin’ it tight, woo)
bro swung his door, hittin’ everything (grrt), move on the left, i’ma shoot everything to the right (shoot everything to the right)

[verse]
on the way back to my b_tch, she was mad when i got there, i ain’t come home last night (i ain’t comе home last night)
wasn’t gettin’ no p_ssy, bae, wе were just uppin’ some b_ttons, so it was a long_ass night (it was a long_ass night)
n_ggas keep poppin’ up dead, got me duckin’ my head, think the feds flyin’ drones at night (i think the feds flyin’ drones at night)
bump head with some n_ggas i f_cked with and it went up quick, we got it on that night (grrt, grrt)
n_gga, loc it to us and no way we spinnin’, forgive me, i really be sinnin’ (bah, bah, bah, bah)
dpd know they ain’t props, we be f_ckin’ up blocks and we actors, f_ck with these switches (and we actors, f_ck with these switches)
say what you want and you ain’t gotta tell me sh_t twice, whatever you want, you gon’ get (whatever you want, you gon’ get)
and keep all the jokes ’cause we comin’, creep up ’bout a post or a comment you made on a diss (a comment he made on a diss)
n_gga, f_ck all them guys on that four block, they ain’t send no shots, them just a whole bunch of b_tches (them just a whole bunch of b_tches)
catch new b with an old block, ain’t have no guap, sign for a whole lot of digits (sign for a whole lot of digits)
since a lil’ kid, mama knew i was gifted, when n_gga got older, she knew i was spinnin’ (she knew i was spinnin’)
come try to breech me, it’s gon’ be a k!llin’ (it’s gon’ be a k!llin’), rich, sack, baba, and 6 stay with me
box in the whip, now them n_ggas ain’t movin’ no more, uh_huh, we done tore up the engine (we done tore up the engine)
one of my hoes tryna link, brought my other b_tch with me, she givin’ up nothin’ but ceiling (she givin’ up nothin’ but ceiling)
that street sh_t ain’t really ’bout nothin’, rap gettin’ too easy, labels talkin’ ’bout what they’ll give me (talkin’ ’bout what they’ll give me)
we spinned on his ass, he was dizzy, got hit with too many, had made his dumb ass do the shimmy (made his ass do the— uh)
straight off the rip, when he play, i’ma face me a n_gga, don’t come try to get in the blender (don’t come try to get in the blender)
wanna jump in this sh_t with them sacks and he don’t know how to step, so that’s why he up in the wind (that’s why he up in the wind)
i was mad ain’t do it myself, a opp n_gga got bailed, tryna spank on the rest of his men (on the rest of his men)
ain’t know who got hit through the tint, i just know he was hit ’cause i see a n_gga holdin’ his chin (see a n_gga holdin’ his chin)
we jump out and chase sh_t, he tried to run, ain’t make it, fell and i shot him again (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
bro smoke sh_t like jamaicans, the last hit was basic, got hit from the neck to his head (got hit from the neck to his head)
this ho startin’ to f_ck with my patience, off jizzle and pape, them n_ggas top two strand (top two strand)
if a n_gga ain’t listenin’ to blaze, it’s f_ck glenn way, n_gga, we’ll come bump it again (we’ll come bump it again)
[chorus]
i’m in the clip ridin’ ’round this b_tch like i’ma mail you, you follow my route and get sniped (follow my route and get sniped, n_gga)
now i’m a rapper, i been out that car a lil’ minute, he still ain’t went got him a strike (grrt, grrt)
this b_tch’ll jump out your hand ’cause this sh_t for grown men, gotta make sure you holdin’ it tight (make sure you holdin’ it tight)
bro swung his door, hittin’ everything, move on the left, i’ma shoot everything to the right, n_gga (grrt)

- fbg murda

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