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SPINZ

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SPINZ

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Yeah, this sound like noir, noir, noir, noir

It was gruesome, what we grew from

But we grew some in the end

Ain't enough to be where you from

Had to be mixed with some Indian

Shawty say she creole, I crack the Clicquot

It leaked over, drunk sex once again

Get my no fatigue on, until I tip over, tree rolled up

Can’t sleep, done got the spins

Tell me what is it is, lil' bae

Is it how I make it drip, make it drip, drip?

Breakin' right through your Palasades

You not gon’ ride that fence, is you is? Or is you ain't?

Apply that to anything, as long as I can memory

White diamonds with the blackface, cultural appropriate

Sour, you can smell that from across the way

Smokin' Hadouken, yeah, on that Kamehameha

That's just how we stay up, stay up, ask my neighbor, neighbor

Niggas solid 'til you liquidated, I've never been that way, I swear

You feel just like a Saturday

I might just roll a zip on your hips, but first

Tell me the truth

What would you do for my love?

I bet you would shoot out the Jag, right?

You'd let me crash 'til my bag right

You see this cup in my hand, I’m

’Bout to end up seein' twins, I

Hope you still fuck with me if I

I (throws up)

It was gruesome, what we grew from

But we grew some in the end

Ain’t enough to be were you from

Had to be mixed with some Indian

Shawty say she creole, I crack the Clicquot

It leaked over, drunk sex once again

Get my no fatigue on, until I tip over, tree rolled up

Can't sleep, done got the spins

Lost in the sauce like the chip broke (off)

I was fucked up, down to my last four (dollars)

Dollars, barely eatin', sleepin' at the studio

But last night I fucked a bitch so cute she need a movie role (me)

Robbery or lottery, feel like that’s how it's gotta be

I never felt so unlucky, no, never

No one understands my brain, I numb my mind on novocaine

You said that you would love me forever

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