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kado blaze - “spin for real” كلمات أغنية

[intro]
yeah (blaaaze!)
ayy, free the set, b_tch (free ’em!)
f_ck yo’ side, f_ck yo’ block, b_tch, we outside with them chops (skrrt!)
whole hood know who really slide, stop cappin’, lil’ opp (p_ssy!)
aight, bet (yuh), let’s get it

[chorus]
talk that tough sh_t online (huh?), get your dumb ass dropped, no caption (boom!)
f_ck that talk, when we spin they run, lil’ b_tch, this stick do damage (bah!)
broke_ass opps just post they poles, we really clap ’em (facts!)
you can keep that fake_ass love, i don’t dap no has_been (nah!)
this not no stock car, look at the dash, b_tch, that’s a trackhawk (skrrt!)
hit his ass up close range, now he wanna pray—too late, that boy just tapped out (pew, pew!)
money, fame, these hoеs, that drip—when you die, that sh_t don’t add up (h_ll nah)
ain’t n0body gavе me sh_t, i built this pain, b_tch, from the asphalt (from the mud!)

[verse]
if it ain’t loyalty, get the f_ck on, i don’t do no leechin’ (f_ck outta here!)
they was ghosts when i was broke, now i’m up, they all start preachin’ (weirdos!)
ops post threats, but they still ain’t slid, b_tch, that’s free reachin’ (cap!)
after i sin, i pray again—god know i’m fightin’ demons (ayy, facts!)
told my plug, “double that load,” i ain’t duckin’ no beef, i’m schemin’ (nah!)
f_ck rap, i still hit corners, black mask on, b_tch, i’m fiendin’ (for real!)
cl!ck_clack, that’s headshots, i ain’t talkin’ no dreamin’ (bow!)
big drum spin fast, like a opp block screamin’ (grrr!)
mama said chill, i ain’t listen, i’m deep in the smoke, no quittin’ (nah!)
we ain’t had sh_t, no gifts, no joy, just pain in them kitchens (for real!)
said i’d be nothin’, now i’m the one, the youngest out here winnin’ (let’s go!)
had it hard, still thank god ’cause he made this sinner gifted (ayy!)
[chorus]
talk that tough sh_t online (huh?), get your dumb ass dropped, no caption (boom!)
f_ck that talk, when we spin they run, lil’ b_tch, this stick do damage (bah!)
broke_ass opps just post they poles, we really clap ’em (facts!)
you can keep that fake_ass love, i don’t dap no has_been (nah!)
this not no stock car, look at the dash, b_tch, that’s a trackhawk (skrrt!)
hit his ass up close range, now he wanna pray—too late, that boy just tapped out (pew, pew!)
money, fame, these hoes, that drip—when you die, that sh_t don’t add up (h_ll nah)
ain’t n0body gave me sh_t, i built this pain, b_tch, from the asphalt (from the mud!)

[outro]
ayy (blaaaze!)
free the set, b_tch
we spin first, we don’t text sh_t (nah!)
catch yo’ homie lackin’, we stretch sh_t (boom!)
free k3, free migo, free cash b_tch (free ’em all!)
yeah, we run this city—no mask, b_tch (for real!)
uh, 808 mafia, we back, b_tch (let’s go!)

- kado blaze

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