Slvminterlude
Maybe you were right,
Girl, I spin through on you every night (spin through)
Girl I need you, im a fool for your life
Girl im with you, im too drugged up to fight
Girl im with you,
Maybe you were right,
Girl, I spin through on you every night (on you)
Girl I need you, im a fool for your life
Girl im with you, im too drugged up to fight
I'm too drugged up tonight
I'm in love with your life
I got it keep it real, girl I kill I don't fight
And girl you my kryptonite, I used to light with crips at night
Now I'm with my brother boy that my fuckin' lil guy
And I'm better than that other boy he a fuck nigga
We gon slide on him like butter boy, he a dead nigga
Swear to god I wont forgive her, fuckin' on a fat nigga (ew)
I got cash nigga, I'm tryna not to crash nigga
I'm finna do the dash nigga,
I was raised a bad nigga
I'm my granny's boy, sinner
Choppa slingin' with my missile,
Smoke his homie like we Hitler
Call me Willow, Grave Digger
Liquor sipper, fuck my liver
I put my dick inside his sister, (ew, ew, ew)
Uhh, maybe you were right (maybe you were right)
Girl i spin through on you every night, (On you every night)
Uhh, maybe you were right,
Girl I spin through on you every night
Girl, I spin through on you every night (spin through)
Girl I need you, im a fool for your life
Girl im with you, im too drugged up to fight
Girl im with you,
Maybe you were right,
Girl, I spin through on you every night (on you)
Girl I need you, im a fool for your life
Girl im with you, im too drugged up to fight
I'm too drugged up tonight
I'm in love with your life
I got it keep it real, girl I kill I don't fight
And girl you my kryptonite, I used to light with crips at night
Now I'm with my brother boy that my fuckin' lil guy
And I'm better than that other boy he a fuck nigga
We gon slide on him like butter boy, he a dead nigga
Swear to god I wont forgive her, fuckin' on a fat nigga (ew)
I got cash nigga, I'm tryna not to crash nigga
I'm finna do the dash nigga,
I was raised a bad nigga
I'm my granny's boy, sinner
Choppa slingin' with my missile,
Smoke his homie like we Hitler
Call me Willow, Grave Digger
Liquor sipper, fuck my liver
I put my dick inside his sister, (ew, ew, ew)
Uhh, maybe you were right (maybe you were right)
Girl i spin through on you every night, (On you every night)
Uhh, maybe you were right,
Girl I spin through on you every night
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Writer(s): Murdok Kaine
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