Spin

Look... I'm winning again
I told her bring a friend
Yeah you bad but ain't my type I barely wanna fuck again
Fell in love with Benjamins they be my bestest friend
Talking on lor Jefe get you stretched
You know I'm here to win
Look... I'm winning again
I told her bring a friend
Yeah you bad but ain't my type
I barely wanna fuck again
Fell in love with Benjamins they be my bestest friend
Talking on lor Jefe get you stretched then we spin again

Roll down the window let it go (fye) let it blow
Don't call my phone it might be tapped you better speak in code
They acting gangster on the gram but we sent fat man home
Tay was in the cut when he got hit
Now he just rotting bones
Switch the subject
Niggas know I'm up next
Might hit the stu and make a hit
Might even and diss a bitch (Tye)
I'm bout my chicken
Chase the cheese I need the fetti
Keep the racks on me like T.D
She on my head, no beanie

Look... I'm winning again
I told her bring a friend
Yeah you bad but ain't my type
I barely wanna fuck again
Fell in love with Benjamins they be my bestest friend
Talking on lor Jefe gets you stretched then we spin again

I'm living young and wild (wild child)
Bought a Russian Micro-Drac it came from Moscow (Moscow)
Need a bag, make it double like a cash cow
Ain't a gangster I'ma artist
They call me the hardest
I go dumb like I'm retarded

Look... I'm winning again
I told her bring a friend
Yeah you bad but ain't my type
I barely wanna fuck again
Fell in love with Benjamins they be my bestest friend
Talking on lor Jefe get you stretched
You know I'm here to win

Look... I'm winning again
I told her bring a friend
Yeah you bad but ain't my type
I barely wanna fuck again
Fell in love with Benjamins they be my bestest friend
Talking on lor Jefe get you stretched
Then we spin again

Then we spin again
Then we spinnin again
& we spinnin again
& we spinnin again



Credits
Writer(s): Lord Mason-beckett
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