Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spinners & Shotguns, artist - Carns Hill. Date of issue: 11.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Spinners & Shotguns |
| Look, violent pagan |
| JB, that nigga they hate on |
| Man, I cabbage a boy, he’s a veggie now |
| And his mum’s at his side tryna stay strong |
| Man, I whip up the chotch, get cake on |
| My yout, that’s what we get paid from |
| Dem boy can’t fuck with the outlaw |
| Cuh it’s dem boy that a man blaze on |
| You’re like «where's all my days gone?» |
| Left side of your face, man rave on |
| Man, I leave bloodstains from a fuckboy |
| On the same concrete that I once played on |
| The same concrete another boy laid on |
| I’ll shoot a hero with his cape on |
| I’ll shoot him in his chest, take him off the ground |
| Put him in the air like Ray, don |
| Man, I’ll slap out the .45 special |
| Then wipe down the spinner in Dettol |
| I’ll do him with the icepick a hundred times |
| In his face, now the boy’s got freckle |
| Likkle man, take time and sekkle |
| Tek weh your kettle, not a Breville |
| I don’t try too much, shit’s easy |
| I still show my man about levels |
| Spinners and shottys, hitting them bodies |
| This is how them niggas got me |
| Smoking that broccoli, I’ve got a dolly |
| She like to play with that cocky |
| I’ve got that rocky, whip it up properly |
| I might just turn to John Gotti |
| Spinners and shottys, hitting them bodies |
| This is how them niggas got me |
| Spinners and shottys, hitting them bodies |
| This is how them niggas got me |
| Smoking that broccoli, I’ve got a dolly |
| She like to play with that cocky |
| I’ve got that rocky, whip it up properly |
| I might just turn to John Gotti |
| Spinners and shottys, hitting them bodies |
| This is how them niggas got me |
| Take these rhinos, mask and gloves when I ride |
| I ain’t tryna get a case like iPhones |
| These fucking snitches give statements |
| That’s written in Biros |
| Burn his skin in petrol |
| Hope that the snitch boy die slow |
| Bruck down a brick, that’s easy |
| Fam, I shot Os, you’re a typo |
| In a Golf Volkswagen |
| With a Dragon, nigga, not Spyro |
| Bitch give me head for an hour |
| I just lay back with my eyes closed |
| Her little sister’s fucked up |
| Bitch keeps looking through the spyhole |
| Pretend like I never saw her |
| Let the bitch blow like lightbulbs |
| I wet a nigga up like lifeboats |
| Wet a nigga up like lifeboats |
| You don’t need too much good aim |
| With a big MAC, that’s quite known |
| Whip up the chotch in a way |
| Left hand doing up cyclone, real badboy pon the microphone |
| Spinners and shottys, hitting them bodies |
| This is how them niggas got me |
| Smoking that broccoli, I’ve got a dolly |
| She like to play with that cocky |
| I’ve got that rocky, whip it up properly |
| I might just turn to John Gotti |
| Spinners and shottys, hitting them bodies |
| This is how them niggas got me |
| Spinners and shottys, hitting them bodies |
| This is how them niggas got me |
| Smoking that broccoli, I’ve got a dolly |
| She like to play with that cocky |
| I’ve got that rocky, whip it up properly |
| I might just turn to John Gotti |
| Spinners and shottys, hitting them bodies |
| This is how them niggas got me |