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spin (r3 da chilliman diss) - heembeezy lyrics

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[intro]
yaaight (angel heaven sent)

[hook]
did you ready go to war but forget your stick
them n*ggas never outside, they just snap pics
i got ice k!ll nina, she a bad b*tch
n*ggas don’t want static * he want smoke, let him have it

n*ggas better get with their program
it’s a glock party in this b*tch, baby pole dance
he ain’t never coming back, brodie gone man
if he trippin, we take his soul then
[verse 1]
ion really use my voice, i rather use a halo
if a n*gga want smoke he won’t see tomorrow
big chop * knock a n*gga out his f*ckin [?]
i looked up to money meech * that n*gga el chapo

yo b*tch wanna f*ck on mе cus she know i’m heem
whenevеr time we see their block we just gotta spin
i watch mei ling leave her house, then we go robbing
they never spin and them n*ggas know what spot i’m in

that buddha round my neck the reason i can’t never miss
that [?] n*ggas were once called out friends
he keep asking “what are we?” but i don’t speak french
i fell in love with benjamin, he my best friend

[hook]
did you ready go to war but forget your stick
them n*ggas never outside, they just snap pics
i got ice k!ll nina, she a bad b*tch
n*ggas don’t want static * he want smoke, let him have it

n*ggas better get with their program
it’s a glock party in this b*tch, baby pole dance
he ain’t never coming back, brodie gone man
if he trippin, we take his soul then
[verse 2]
she f*ckin me cus i been playing with ch*nks
skinny n*gga but there is glock on my hip
i got tired of being broke * i went to flock for my wrist
he traumatized [?] blocks that we spin

she can’t help it, she f*ck with the gang
she like “daddy, i like buddha on your chain”
ion wanna chit*chat, lil baby, tell her to bend
i make money and smoke blunts for the pain

ion wanna sip out your cup cus i like my sprite dirty
if the boys search up my car * the judge giving me 30
lil baby, ima baller so do you really deserve me?
she fell in love cus i hit her after perky

[hook]
did you ready go to war but forget your stick
them n*ggas never outside, they just snap pics
i got ice k!ll nina, she a bad b*tch
n*ggas don’t want static * he want smoke, let him have it

n*ggas better get with their program
it’s a glock party in this b*tch, baby pole dance
he ain’t never coming back, brodie gone man
if he trippin, we take his soul then

- heembeezy lyrics

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