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spin spin - lil zay osama lyrics

[intro]
uh (d*mn, drako, you made this?)

[chorus]
look, all the rah*rah sh*t, n*ggas ain’t did nothin’ to us
don’t be mad at me, be mad at your b*tch ’cause she the one let me f*ck, glah
and we did a lot to these n*ggas that these n*ggas ain’t done to us
hold your glock up if you got a b in this b*tch ’cause we do, every one of us
n*ggas better go k!ll for real, my brodie died
get back for your homie, stop callin’ my phone with your lil’ police ass
opps done called my phone like twenty*some times screamin’, i know he mad
fresh up out the fеds, still tote that switchy, that b*tch on me now, glah, glah

[verse]
shout out blood ‘nem, wе still doin’ swaps
shout out foenem on the east side, my opps they opps, they know we locked
one of my opps knew to k!ll hisself ’cause if he didn’t, we was hittin’ his top
n*gga play with my bro, big folks in jail, ‘fore he came home, we already spinned they block
hit the opps’ block, tell ’em pop out, they keep ridin’ ’round
y’all get hot cars, don’t even slide on us, broke b*tch, stop drivin’ ’round
postin’ all them straight*eights on ig, she a straight, i’m firin’ it down
spin, spin, we ain’t waitin’ ’til sh*t start dyin’ down, glah, glah
pop up out that cut, he ain’t see it comin’, peek*a*boo
i’m into with my cousin, n*gga, it’ll be easy gettin’ into it with you
he keep sayin’ n*ggas know how i’m comin’, no the f*ck i don’t, man, who is dude?
you knew me before this rap sh*t, splat sh*t way before youtube, glah
you gave your b*tch your heart, i gave my b*tch a glock
she know her n*gga is one of them n*ggas and i smoke the opps
we know ain’t no k!ller without no k!ller, forever f*ck the opps
every time osama land in one of these cities, take me to the block
[chorus]
look, all the rah*rah sh*t, n*ggas ain’t did nothin’ to us
don’t be mad at me, be mad at your b*tch ’cause she the one let me f*ck, glah
and we did a lot to these n*ggas that these n*ggas ain’t done to us
hold your glock up if you got a b in this b*tch ’cause we do, every one of us
n*ggas better go k!ll for real, my brodie died
get back for your homie, stop callin’ my phone with your lil’ police ass
opps done called my phone like twenty*some times screamin’, i know he mad
fresh up out the feds, still tote that switchy, that b*tch on me now, glah, glah

[outro]
on foenem

- lil zay osama lyrics

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