Wait I got a solution keep on spinning' me and bro Got two chops, let's keep moving, they keep dissing bro Tiny black box on the back need more than
Cooling
Yeah, these niggas they some hoes, and I be spinning on the block getting all the hoes spinning on the block' f*cking all the bitches
Yeah, uh That's two shots up in his head, that f*ck nigga tried to reach for the Glock now he dead, Yeah, my niggas keep spinning ' and spinning, spinning we got all of the mother f*ckin lead
My niggas tryna pop out and bake, I don't wanna hear shit stop sending ' all the hate, there been niggas doubting me and shit And when I come up, bitch, don't try to take off my plate
Like bro said, we got them guns, yeah, my niggas be stopping ' motors Let's go slide through his block, let's give his mom some closure, Put his face on a T, yeah, let's make his ass a poster, Don't know nothin' about that bitch, she send the low we gonna smoke her
E Sosa - Lemonade Lyrics
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Wait I got a solution keep on spinning' me and bro Got two chops, let's keep moving, they keep dissing bro Tiny black box on the back need more than
Cooling
Yeah, these niggas they some hoes, and I be spinning on the block getting all the hoes spinning on the block' f*cking all the bitches
Yeah, uh That's two shots up in his head, that f*ck nigga tried to reach for the Glock now he dead, Yeah, my niggas keep spinning ' and spinning, spinning we got all of the mother f*ckin lead
My niggas tryna pop out and bake, I don't wanna hear shit stop sending ' all the hate, there been niggas doubting me and shit And when I come up, bitch, don't try to take off my plate
Like bro said, we got them guns, yeah, my niggas be stopping ' motors Let's go slide through his block, let's give his mom some closure, Put his face on a T, yeah, let's make his ass a poster, Don't know nothin' about that bitch, she send the low we gonna smoke her
Cooling
Yeah, these niggas they some hoes, and I be spinning on the block getting all the hoes spinning on the block' f*cking all the bitches
Yeah, uh That's two shots up in his head, that f*ck nigga tried to reach for the Glock now he dead, Yeah, my niggas keep spinning ' and spinning, spinning we got all of the mother f*ckin lead
My niggas tryna pop out and bake, I don't wanna hear shit stop sending ' all the hate, there been niggas doubting me and shit And when I come up, bitch, don't try to take off my plate
Like bro said, we got them guns, yeah, my niggas be stopping ' motors Let's go slide through his block, let's give his mom some closure, Put his face on a T, yeah, let's make his ass a poster, Don't know nothin' about that bitch, she send the low we gonna smoke her
Writer: Elijah Givens
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