| Grr
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| Bap bap bap
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| You know
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| O way or no way
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| Get right, get left or get stretched
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| Free the drillas 10 times
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| You know
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| Fuck the other side
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| (Gang)
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| Grr
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| Grr
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| Grrrr
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| Bap bap bap
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| Mandem told you already
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| Man spin that coupe when we see a opp boy
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| Hop out man, beat that
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| See the opp block strip man sweep that
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| Smooth criminal
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| Charntay says she’s wanting more
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| I’ma go make an opp boy bleed
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| Don’t worry I’ma be back
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| Charntay bendin' over so I lean back, beat that
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| Gangstas to the left and my right
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| Keep thinking everyting nice, 'til we tek mans life
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| You coulda been a murderer, coulda been a terrorist
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| We don’t care, we just slap these 9's (Woosh)
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| They all stress, come back and I’m better than ever
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| And this time I’m poppin' off on them whenever the weather
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| Straight winners, no L’s, jus' me and my breddas
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| OFB, Farm Block, go gettas
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| They ain’t sho like me
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| They ain’t sho like me
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| Big guns, they ain’t got no poles like we
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| He don’t grab the smoke like me
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| Kush, spin the wheel lemme toast that yute
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| Spin on the opps, that’s the usual
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| Nobody cares what we used to do
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| They couldn’t even tell you what they used to do
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| Cah what they used to do is what they do now
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| Like come to the block get (Baow)
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| Run down, sun’s out, guns out
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| T got in now you gotta run now
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| 9 millimetre get tump out
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| If he’s just another nigga tryna get clout
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| You don’t need a gunshot, you can get a mac tump out
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| Them man a likkle man, we ain’t gotta bring guns out
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| Ay spin this coupe
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| To the left, to the left, to the right
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| Still ain’t seen a nigga in sight
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| Last time that I saw that block with my eyes
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| I had to angle my arm, slapping out carbine
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| 4 opp blocks doing up purging, lurking
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| If you saw anyone on them blocks
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| There it’s curtains
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| Swing that, dig it and turn it
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| Rise that suttin' and burst him
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| Squeeze and lean with this yute and everybody
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| You don’t want see with a gun
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| The samurai, ching that, make him bleed on it
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| I can never see a opp boy not deal with it
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| We don’t do no rap cap
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| We make waps slap
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| If he’s an opp man steamin' him
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| Billin' up a nigga, come we put some teeth in him
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| With the broom and sweepin' him
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| Mandem told you already
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| Man spin that coupe when we see a opp boy
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| Hop out man, beat that
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| See the opp block strip man sweep that
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| Smooth criminal
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| Charntay says she’s wanting more
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| I’ma go make an opp boy bleed
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| Don’t worry I’ma be back
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| Charntay bendin' over so I lean back, beat that
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| Gangstas to the left and my right
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| Keep thinking everyting nice, 'til we tek mans life
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| You coulda been a murderer, coulda been a terrorist
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| We don’t care, we just slap these 9's
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| They all stress, come back and I’m better than ever
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| And this time I’m poppin' off on them whenever the weather
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| Straight winners, no L’s, jus' me and my breddas
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| OFB, Farm Block, go gettas
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| Like come to the block get (Baow)
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| Run down, sun’s out, guns out
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| T got in now you gotta run now
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| 9 millimetre get tump out
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| If he’s just another nigga tryna get clout
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| You don’t need a gunshot, you can get a mac tump out
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| Them man a likkle man, we ain’t gotta bring guns out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Spin This Coupe , by - ABRA CADABRA. Song from the album Product of My Environment, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп