She wanna come to the crib
And she bringing her friends
I might just spin on his block
Spin it
Spin it
Spin it again
Maybe I'll smoke on this gas
Or snort up the molly
Probably
It depends
Ain't a handyman but I keep a tool
And I know how to use my hands
I just poured up sprite with the wockhardt
I been sipping slow
Got me on Mars
With yo girl in the back seat of my car
Spin it
Spin it again
You won't get far
Yeah I made him hit the running man
I been counting Benjamins
All y'all pussies some f*ckin fans
Watch me spin this shit
I call myself a ceiling fan
Don't f*ck with the opposition
Interfering with my plans
This that DSB shit
Pop him for no reason
I might burn his house down
While he sleeping
I'm going off the deep end
Better watch out cause I'm creeping
Would you like some spare change
You need it more than I need it
We stars
You can run from me but you won't get far
I'm sorry my drip too shiny
Cause there's chrome all on my hearts
I'm sorry your bitch want me
I don't care what you two are
Maybe I lost my way when I got my payday
Cuban chain on my neck watch it sway
I won't have it any other way
She wanna come to the crib
And she bringing her friends
I might just spin on his block
Spin it
Spin it
Spin it again
Maybe I'll smoke on this gas
Or snort up the molly
Probably
It depends
Ain't a handyman but I keep a tool
And I know how to use my hands
I just poured up sprite with the wockhardt
I been sipping slow
Got me on Mars
With yo girl in the back seat of my car
Spin it
Spin it again
You won't get far
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She wanna come to the crib
And she bringing her friends
I might just spin on his block
Spin it
Spin it
Spin it again
Maybe I'll smoke on this gas
Or snort up the molly
Probably
It depends
Ain't a handyman but I keep a tool
And I know how to use my hands
I just poured up sprite with the wockhardt
I been sipping slow
Got me on Mars
With yo girl in the back seat of my car
Spin it
Spin it again
You won't get far
Yeah I made him hit the running man
I been counting Benjamins
All y'all pussies some f*ckin fans
Watch me spin this shit
I call myself a ceiling fan
Don't f*ck with the opposition
Interfering with my plans
This that DSB shit
Pop him for no reason
I might burn his house down
While he sleeping
I'm going off the deep end
Better watch out cause I'm creeping
Would you like some spare change
You need it more than I need it
We stars
You can run from me but you won't get far
I'm sorry my drip too shiny
Cause there's chrome all on my hearts
I'm sorry your bitch want me
I don't care what you two are
Maybe I lost my way when I got my payday
Cuban chain on my neck watch it sway
I won't have it any other way
She wanna come to the crib
And she bringing her friends
I might just spin on his block
Spin it
Spin it
Spin it again
Maybe I'll smoke on this gas
Or snort up the molly
Probably
It depends
Ain't a handyman but I keep a tool
And I know how to use my hands
I just poured up sprite with the wockhardt
I been sipping slow
Got me on Mars
With yo girl in the back seat of my car
Spin it
Spin it again
You won't get far
And she bringing her friends
I might just spin on his block
Spin it
Spin it
Spin it again
Maybe I'll smoke on this gas
Or snort up the molly
Probably
It depends
Ain't a handyman but I keep a tool
And I know how to use my hands
I just poured up sprite with the wockhardt
I been sipping slow
Got me on Mars
With yo girl in the back seat of my car
Spin it
Spin it again
You won't get far
Yeah I made him hit the running man
I been counting Benjamins
All y'all pussies some f*ckin fans
Watch me spin this shit
I call myself a ceiling fan
Don't f*ck with the opposition
Interfering with my plans
This that DSB shit
Pop him for no reason
I might burn his house down
While he sleeping
I'm going off the deep end
Better watch out cause I'm creeping
Would you like some spare change
You need it more than I need it
We stars
You can run from me but you won't get far
I'm sorry my drip too shiny
Cause there's chrome all on my hearts
I'm sorry your bitch want me
I don't care what you two are
Maybe I lost my way when I got my payday
Cuban chain on my neck watch it sway
I won't have it any other way
She wanna come to the crib
And she bringing her friends
I might just spin on his block
Spin it
Spin it
Spin it again
Maybe I'll smoke on this gas
Or snort up the molly
Probably
It depends
Ain't a handyman but I keep a tool
And I know how to use my hands
I just poured up sprite with the wockhardt
I been sipping slow
Got me on Mars
With yo girl in the back seat of my car
Spin it
Spin it again
You won't get far
Writer: dom ur mom
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