Spin Again (feat. JT$ Juice)

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Spin again for the niggas who think
We really ain't 'bout that shit
Banana clips in my whip
When he died they just say he slipped
I can't trust no bitch
'Cause when they get new dick
They open they lips
I can't trust no niggas if he ain't my gang
He bound to switch
Hop out the whip with the blicky
Dick on that bitch but I call it a stiffy
He catching shots to his neck and his kidney
My gun caressing it's giving him hickeys
Under the hood it's a V8
So you cannot get me
Creeping on niggas I do it so swiftly
Triple D where them bodies dropping quickly
Niggas get killed if they play 'bout my benjis

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I don't gang bang but my pockets stay on blue
Told my niggas spin again
Just to make sure that you through
Ridin' 'round the city clutching on them glizzys
No I'm not dumb
So just know I got it with me
In case'n shit get sticky
Pillow talking on the phone
Now ya wondering how I got the address
To ya home
Time to pop out time to rock out
Like a stone
Should've kept it cool
Should've left me alone
Now it's time to
Time to
Time to

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On thugs

Spin again for the niggas who think
We really ain't 'bout that shit



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Writer(s): Xavier Burgess, Jairus Ards
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