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spinnin' - raw youngin lyrics

[intro: doe boy]
bah*bah, bah*bah
you know what the f*ck goin’ on
(deezy)
bah*bah, bah*bah*bah*bah
bah*bah*bah*bah
b*tch, let’s go

[chorus: doe boy & raw youngin]
see these whips spinnin’, spin it
catch his ass in traffic, hop out this b*tch and get to hittin’ (boom*boom, boom*boom*boom*boom)
huh, run up on his sh*t bl!ckin’, hope that boy ain’t got his kids in it (boom)
all these f*ck n*ggas cappin’, i’m real deal clapping, they know what the business is (let’s go, oh, really)
i wasn’t paying attention, just started shooting, f*ck them witnesses (boom*boom, boom*boom*boom*boom)
all my opps be dissin’, but they really know what the business is
rapping ’bout sh*t i really did, say they want smoke we’ll split his wig
run up on his sh*t hittin’ (grrr), hittin’
all these switches hittin’
[verse 1: doe boy]
run up on hit sh*t hittin’, n*gga, uh
shoot ’em down, then go run in his kitchen, n*gga, uh (bah*bah*bah*bah*bah*bah)
where that sh*t at, n*gga, need them chickens (where? bah*bah)
he lost his mind, thеy found his head, but his body was missin’, uh (bah*bah*bah*bah*bah*bah)
all facts, no cap, b*tch, i am not no rap n*gga, uh (no rap)
knew i’d be a gangsta sincе i’ve been playing with action figures, uh
f*ck them b*tches choosey, then her friend get clapped with her
ig thuggin’, double tap pictures, i double tap triggers (oh, really)
choppa beat like 808, i’m with the mob (mob)
thuggin’ me and raw (raw)
rappers will get robbed (p*ssy)
f*ck yo’ squad, hit yo’ hood, drop a bomb (boom)
told god i’ma stop, but i gotta do it one more time (bah*bah)

[chorus: doe boy & raw youngin]
see these whips spinnin’, spin it (b*tch)
catch his ass in traffic, hop out this b*tch and get to hittin’
huh, run up on his sh*t bl!ckin’, hope that boy ain’t got his kids in it
all these f*ck n*ggas cappin’, i’m real deal clapping, they know what the business is (let’s go)
i wasn’t paying attention, just started shooting, f*ck them witnesses (boom*boom, boom*boom*boom*boom)
all my opps be dissin’, but they really know what the business is (facts, ah)
rapping ’bout sh*t i really did, say they want smoke we’ll split his wig
run up on his sh*t hittin’, hittin’
all these switches hittin’ (bah*bah*bah*bah)
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[verse 2: raw youngin]
boom, too many diamonds hittin’
boom, too many bl!cky’s hittin’
f*ck n*gga trippin’ (yeah)
runnin’ to the top, can’t catch me slippin’
say they want smoke, we gon’ come through spittin’ (facts)
this a brand new glock, boy, meet this glizzy (glizzy)
long live camp, sh*t got too sticky
can’t trust these hoes, man, f*ck these b*tches (bah*bah)
look at these diamonds hittin’ (bah)
i spun a hundred, for real, they thought i was trippin’ (facts)
hop out switchin’, k!ll ’em
broad day, flip the whole car, we don’t care who with ’em (grrah)
fella back stage with an ar pistol
put it on top, i don’t see no n*gga (gang)
too many opps, i’m gon’ need me a k with a hundred round drum that will knock down the tipper (come on)

- raw youngin lyrics

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