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spin the block - sebzera lyrics

[intro: sebzera]
whole lotta gang sh*t, yeah
yuh

[verse 1: sebzera]
f*ckin’ on this b*tch
she wet as h*ll, i name her f*ckin’ fiji
n*ggas cappin’ on the track and state they caught a homie geekin’
i will spin on fairy tales, we buy them glocks, we buy them weekly (boom, boom)
any n*gga pressed, we take they face and skin of very deeply (gang)
only rumors in this place and since i’m k!lling all these weaklings (gang, gang, gang)
all my n*ggas bound to slide just like a sandwich, b*tch (tch), we eating
i won’t give a f*ck, i’l leave the p*ssy, i was never vegan (gang)
i don’t know why n*ggas trippin’
actin’ like i won’t go stupid
i might f*ck another b*tch, i think her name was crispy keegan
f*ck n*gga ain’t know nothin’ bout my whereabouts
i came from the valley where my n*ggas came and tear you down
i come from the place where n*ggas say you not gon’ make it out
my shooters call me whippy, five extendos came and sand you down
n*ggas really creep the f*cking change it’s for the safer route
but my connections never have a limit like a wi*fi router
i be somkin’ zaza not no boof, n*gga, watch your mouth
i be drinkin’ henney in the booth, not gon’ chase you down
only make it that ain’t scared of beef and that gon’ walk you down
and when the time is right we spin the block and we gon’ take your frown
[chorus: sebzera & fatboy bigzz]
(gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
we gon’ spin the block (gang)
we gon’ spin the block (gang, gang)
we gon’ spin the block (gang)
n*ggas tryna get put on a shirt
i’ma spin the block
we gon’ spin the block
we gon’ spin the block (gang, gang)
we gon’ spin the block
n*ggas tryna get put on a shirt
i’ma spin the block (uh*huh, yuh)

[verse 2: fatboy bigzz]
n*gga steady cappin’
i ain’t with none of that rat sh*t (gang, gang, gang)
we gon’ catch you out of bounds
since yo ass be steady lackin’ (bah, bah, bah)
i was really on that block
and seventeen, was pistol*packin’
homeboy said that it’s some pressure
break it down, just like a fraction
got a double sided clip
i spray his ass just like some mace (uh*huh)
i ain’t worried ‘bout no cops, just smash the gas and lose the jace (on gang)
he be flexin’ with that sack, he leave it out, then i’ma take (take)
remember tito got his ass whooped, he still can’t feel his face (gang)
remember spooka took a beatin’, he couldn’t pop out on the weekend
n*ggas talkin’ ‘bout his cancer in my dm’s steady tweakin’
and remember that b*tch keathan?
he can’t pop out here no mo’ (he can’t pop out)
he a p*ssy kinda like calico
my n*gga trained to blow
and ttb, i’m three and g, you play with me, get left deceased (get left deceased)
or get left a d and d
and all my n*ggas they be creepin’
f*ck a b*tch, she ain’t for me and i be coolin’ on my team (and i be coolin’)
yeah
[chorus: sebzera & fatboy bigzz]
(gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
we gon’ spin the block (gang)
we gon’ spin the block
we gon’ spin the block
n*ggas tryna get put on a shirt
i’ma spin the block
we gon’ spin the block (bang, bang, bang)
we gon’ spin the block (bang, bang, bang)
we gon’ spin the block (bang, bang, bang)
n*ggas tryna get put on a shirt
i’ma spin the block
gang, gang, gang

- sebzera lyrics

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