Spinn (Sped Up)

Lyrics

[Chorus] Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin (Hit his top, that spin like spin-) Spin, spin, spin, spin, (Yeah, this never gon' lean), spin, spin, spin Spin, spin, ('Till I get all of his friends), spin, spin, spin, spin Spin, spin, spin, (Hit his block, yeah he the king), spin, spin, spin, spin Spin, (Yeah, this shit never gon' lean), spin, spin, spin, ('Till I get all of his friends), spin, spin [Verse] Yeah my dreams so fucking tight, too much passion Nigga try to run up? (Pft) that boy a crash to me Do a drilling on designer, cause I'm never bummy Give a fuck about Holywood, my hood love me If they running to you, they ain't gon' do nun' to you If I'm running to you, (brr) say I'ma do it Them niggas don't got no bodies, but they claim they 'ooters Them niggas big dreamers, say them boys is Martin Luthers If you run up on my brody, I'ma slide If you run up on my crody, you gon' die We on thе vibes, yeah, yeah, homocidе 109, South Side on the rise Run up, run up, run up, run up This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want, this ain't what you want [Chorus] Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin (Hit his top, that spin like spin-) Spin, spin, spin, spin, (Yeah, this never gon' lean), spin, spin, spin Spin, spin, ('Till I get all of his friends), spin, spin, spin, spin Spin, spin, spin, (Hit his block, yeah he the king), spin, spin, spin, spin Spin, (Yeah, this shit never gon' lean), spin, spin, spin, ('Till I get all of his friends)