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rich spinna - fn dadealer lyrics

[intro]
on god, n*gga, mm
let’s do it
huh

[chorus]
double cup full of codeine, b*tch, i’m faded (faded)
ton of cash inside my pants, i feel like i made it
d*ckin’ in her back, she like, “ooh, i can’t take it” (take it)
i’m the one, i know these n*ggas hate, they gotta face it (face)
i don’t even want the ho, she too basic (facts)
you the type to go and buy the cape and save the b*tch (facts)
i’m the type to sign the deal, still in the streets, be takin’ risks (on god)
i’m a rich spinner, hop outside the benz and chase the b*tch (shh)
[verse 1]
but you already knew that, so let’s talk about this cash (cash)
supercharger, super fast, b*tch, i’m in my bag (bag)
he say he gon’ do what to who? (shh)
that’s his ass (on god)
that lil’ drop hang out the roof, he ’bout to have a blast (boom, boom, boom, boom)
i got cash now, don’t give no f*ck ’bout what i had (on god)
b*tch, i cashed out, this car came with a paper tag (facts)
glock came with a beam, we see the opps and we play laser tag (shh)
trackhawk flee the scene, the police like, “we can’t even chase his ass” (facts)

[interlude]
know who the f*ck this
who this?
the reaper
the f*ck you want, n*gga?
i want yo’ soul
you got me f*cked up, you know what’s up with me, n*gga
hahaha
yeah, okay

[chorus]
double cup full of codeine, b*tch, i’m faded (faded)
ton of cash inside my pants, i feel like i made it
d*ckin’ in her back, she like, “ooh, i can’t take it” (take it)
i’m the one, i know these n*ggas hate, they gotta face it (face)
i don’t even want the ho, she too basic (facts)
you the type to go and buy the cape and save the b*tch (facts)
i’m the type to sign the deal, still in the streets, be takin’ risks (on god)
i’m a rich spinner, hop outside the benz and chase the b*tch (shh)
[verse 2]
i’m a f*ckin’ p, these b*tches love me, i can’t help it (help it)
she say i can’t f*ck her friend, i’m like, “ooh, you selfish” (selfish)
two*thousand dollars on these lens, cartier, i’m feelin’ special (special)
if she get on her knees, i’ll make all her problems better
i got hoes i can’t control, she’s ho ’cause you let her
i got bros down the road, ain’t got no phone, i send a letter
where i’m from, you be in the streets, you cop a rollie? that’s a medal
ain’t no creepin’ on my street, these .762s’ll go through metal
where you came from then?
why the f*ck you got all of these chains on, stan? (stan)
’cause i’m that n*gga, put it they face, they said i wouldn’t be nothin’ (nothin’)
i’m that n*gga ’round the way, at seventeen, ran up three*hundred (facts)

- fn dadealer lyrics

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