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lirik lagu fbg murda - headspinners

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[intro]
(d~mn, finngotit)
brrt, brrt, uh
brrt, brrt, uh, come on, come on
alright, uh

[chorus]
i’m in the clip ridin’ ’round this b~tch like i’ma mail you, you follow my route and get sniped (you follow my route and get sniped, woo, woo)
now i’m a rapper, i been out that car a lil’ minute, he still ain’t went got him a strike (he still ain’t went got him a strike)
this b~tch’ll jump out your hand ’cause this sh~t for grown men, gotta make sure you holdin’ it tight (make sure you holdin’ it tight, woo)
bro swung his door, hittin’ everything (grrt), move on the left, i’ma shoot everything to the right (shoot everything to the right)

[verse]
on the way back to my b~tch, she was mad when i got there, i ain’t come home last night (i ain’t comе home last night)
wasn’t gettin’ no p~ssy, bae, wе were just uppin’ some b~ttons, so it was a long~ass night (it was a long~ass night)
n~ggas keep poppin’ up dead, got me duckin’ my head, think the feds flyin’ drones at night (i think the feds flyin’ drones at night)
bump head with some n~ggas i f~cked with and it went up quick, we got it on that night (grrt, grrt)
n~gga, loc it to us and no way we spinnin’, forgive me, i really be sinnin’ (bah, bah, bah, bah)
dpd know they ain’t props, we be f~ckin’ up blocks and we actors, f~ck with these switches (and we actors, f~ck with these switches)
say what you want and you ain’t gotta tell me sh~t twice, whatever you want, you gon’ get (whatever you want, you gon’ get)
and keep all the jokes ’cause we comin’, creep up ’bout a post or a comment you made on a diss (a comment he made on a diss)
n~gga, f~ck all them guys on that four block, they ain’t send no shots, them just a whole bunch of b~tches (them just a whole bunch of b~tches)
catch new b with an old block, ain’t have no guap, sign for a whole lot of digits (sign for a whole lot of digits)
since a lil’ kid, mama knew i was gifted, when n~gga got older, she knew i was spinnin’ (she knew i was spinnin’)
come try to breech me, it’s gon’ be a k!llin’ (it’s gon’ be a k!llin’), rich, sack, baba, and 6 stay with me
box in the whip, now them n~ggas ain’t movin’ no more, uh~huh, we done tore up the engine (we done tore up the engine)
one of my hoes tryna link, brought my other b~tch with me, she givin’ up nothin’ but ceiling (she givin’ up nothin’ but ceiling)
that street sh~t ain’t really ’bout nothin’, rap gettin’ too easy, labels talkin’ ’bout what they’ll give me (talkin’ ’bout what they’ll give me)
we spinned on his ass, he was dizzy, got hit with too many, had made his dumb ass do the shimmy (made his ass do the— uh)
straight off the rip, when he play, i’ma face me a n~gga, don’t come try to get in the blender (don’t come try to get in the blender)
wanna jump in this sh~t with them sacks and he don’t know how to step, so that’s why he up in the wind (that’s why he up in the wind)
i was mad ain’t do it myself, a opp n~gga got bailed, tryna spank on the rest of his men (on the rest of his men)
ain’t know who got hit through the tint, i just know he was hit ’cause i see a n~gga holdin’ his chin (see a n~gga holdin’ his chin)
we jump out and chase sh~t, he tried to run, ain’t make it, fell and i shot him again (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
bro smoke sh~t like jamaicans, the last hit was basic, got hit from the neck to his head (got hit from the neck to his head)
this ho startin’ to f~ck with my patience, off jizzle and pape, them n~ggas top two strand (top two strand)
if a n~gga ain’t listenin’ to blaze, it’s f~ck glenn way, n~gga, we’ll come bump it again (we’ll come bump it again)
[chorus]
i’m in the clip ridin’ ’round this b~tch like i’ma mail you, you follow my route and get sniped (follow my route and get sniped, n~gga)
now i’m a rapper, i been out that car a lil’ minute, he still ain’t went got him a strike (grrt, grrt)
this b~tch’ll jump out your hand ’cause this sh~t for grown men, gotta make sure you holdin’ it tight (make sure you holdin’ it tight)
bro swung his door, hittin’ everything, move on the left, i’ma shoot everything to the right, n~gga (grrt)


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