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yn dripz - "spin that zone" كلمات أغنية

[intro: yn dripz]
(ayy, yn dripz in this b_tch, f_ck the opps, huh?)
yeah, yeah, yeah
f_ck around and find out (boom, boom!)
spin that, spin that, spin that block, b_tch!
(free boogz, free trigga, n_gga!)
let’s get it
brrt, brrt! ayy!

[chorus: yn dripz]
tell them f_ckin’ pigs come get me, i ain’t duckin’ nothin’ (f_ck 12!)
got them youngins geekin’ off a pill, they tryna slump somethin’ (go, go!)
ayy, madman—ain’t no talkin’ when i pull up thumpin’ (bah!)
b_tch, act bold, i dare you, i swear i’ll dump somethin’ (p_ssy!)
i see red in my eyes, i don’t talk—i just ride (skrrt!)
talk sl!ck, now his mama gotta cry
in the trap with them hitters waitin’ outside
catch him slippin’ on his block, now his name gettin’ fried (boom!)

[verse 1: yn dripz]
booted off them percs, in my shooter whip (skrrt!)
f_ck around, get chalked, they gon’ zip that lip (zip ‘em!)
tell that b_tch boy, don’t come near my strip
we spin twice, thеn spin again with extended clips (b_tch!)
twеlve bodies in my hood, you know what time it is (facts!)
ain’t no peace treaty, only murder bids (uh_huh!)
catch him lackin’ in the church, spray the sermon, kid (blah_blah!)
left his brains on his momma like the verdict did (p_ssy!)
stick in the bag like a lunchbox
slide in the ‘burbs, broad day with a drop_top
ho from the ‘nolia keep beggin’ for a wristw_tch
told her, “shut up and stash this .40 in your flip_flops” (hold that!)
free my twin, he done did a 187
we was thuggin’ since eleven, now we sendin’ n_ggas heaven
put a tag on your toe like a coupon
my opps be online, but in person, they just run (boom!)
[chorus: yn dripz]
tell them f_ckin’ pigs come get me, i ain’t duckin’ nothin’ (nah!)
got them youngins geekin’ off a pill, they tryna slump somethin’ (go slide!)
ayy, madman—ain’t no talkin’ when i pull up thumpin’ (rrah!)
b_tch, act bold, i dare you, i swear i’ll dump somethin’
i see red in my eyes, i don’t talk—i just ride (huh!)
talk sl!ck, now his mama gotta cry (cry, ho!)
in the trap with them hitters waitin’ outside
catch him slippin’ on his block, now his name gettin’ fried

[verse 2: yn dripz]
i don’t trust no ho, i just bust then i’m ghost (gone!)
they be switchin’ more than lanes, i be posted with the smoke (boom!)
n_ggas cappin’ on they homies, that’s why i move solo (solo!)
i be hangin’ with them demons, got the reaper on go_go (brrrt!)
slide with a drum like a band geek
pull up to his momma crib, leave his man weak
heard that n_gga made a post, now he can’t speak
gave his ass 30 like curry from the d_mn three (swish!)
my block hot like lava, can’t stand close
we be stackin’ up bodies like legos
whole city know my name, i ain’t gotta boast
still’ll slap a rapper up for gettin’ too close (pow!)
i got smoke for days, opps goin’ in waves
told lil’ bro chill, he just upped it in broad day
told my shorty “don’t pray, just aim and spray”
i got death on my back, but i’m built for the weight (yuh!)
[chorus: yn dripz]
tell them f_ckin’ pigs come get me, i ain’t duckin’ nothin’ (f_ck ‘em!)
got them youngins geekin’ off a pill, they tryna slump somethin’ (go!)
ayy, madman—ain’t no talkin’ when i pull up thumpin’
b_tch, act bold, i dare you, i swear i’ll dump somethin’
i see red in my eyes, i don’t talk—i just ride
talk sl!ck, now his mama gotta cry
in the trap with them hitters waitin’ outside
catch him slippin’ on his block, now his name gettin’ fried (boom, boom, boom!)

[outro: yn dripz]
yeah…
y’all thought this was sweet?
p_ssy_ass n_ggas better check the score, we up double digits
free all my steppers
yn dripz, b_tch—don’t play!
(brrrt! bow! boom!)

- yn dripz

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