Correction Lyrics Spin Again by FMB DZ

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(Getta Beats)
Mhm
What up, Getta?

I done gave these n***as time after time to get it right
I can't hold a n***a hand, I'm on my way, I'm takin' flight
Do the Louis with the Gucci, which one I'ma play tonight?
My b*t*h got a bustdown 41, it shine bright
I thought I told you I don't write, boy, this sh*t come off the top
See him out and get him dropped, do the dash, f**k the cops
Ain't no love, f**k the opps, got a muzzle on the chop
f**k around, wake up the block, we put switches on the Glocks
What's the tickets on the blocks? Is you taxin' or you not?
If them prices low enough, then I want everything you got
But if you say a crazy number, then your stupid ass gettin' robbed
Fast Money, b*t*h, the mob, bossman, givin' out jobs
We make pu**y n***as go hide, n***as scared to come outside
I be out here with my squad, don't go nowhere without four-five
All that internet thuggin', I hope we catch him while he live
Nothin' less than a thousand shots with me when I slide

Yeah, n***a, hmm, and we'll spin again
Bet they think twice before they play with me again
They ain't know we be ridin' with yops and them FNs
I'll hit any n***a town and don't check in
Dog said that sh*t takin' a ten, he brought the best in
Me and brodie got a half a brick at the Westin
Started throwin' up soon as I touched it, this sh*t that real
Told them n***as I was gettin' right, they goin' left still

Real n***as never fold, solid n***a, never told
The type of business I be standin' on, I need eleven toes
Told Choose to call Fred Bands, I need another load
Mix the opp pack with Cavities, this sh*t super strong
Buffs on, boogers in the middle, I see through the hate
Ain't no trespassin' where I live, you can't get through the gate
Big money, you don't get money, you a flunky
I'm big unky, off an eight of Wocky, higher than the junkies
Ain't no n***a f**kin' with me, I proved it too many times
Noddin' off while I'm drivin', I think I drunk too many lines
I don't listen to n***a's music, I hear too many lies
For that Saint Louis, I gotta get off this crack, somebody dyin'

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