
Spin Again Jeezus Shuttlesworth (Ft. Lil Poppa)
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[Intro: Jeezus Shuttlesworth]
[?] on the beat
Ay, ay, nigga, spin again
Nigga, I came to win
I got blood on these cubans, nigga, I came to win
Yeah
Nigga, spin again, nigga, spin again
Ay, I came to win, look, ay, ay
[Chorus]
Spin a block, we gon' spin again
Hit a opp, we gon' hit his friend
Addicted to losin', nigga, I came to win
I got blood on these cubans, nigga, I came to win
Spin a block, we gon' spin again
Hit a opp, we gon' hit his friend
Addicted to losin', nigga, I came to win
I got blood on these cubans, nigga, I came to win
[Verse: Jeezus Shuttlesworth]
(Yeah) Section up my city, they so petty
They gon' hit yo' head, turn yo' body to spaghetti
Don't jump up off that porch if you ain't ready
Yeah, we know yo' bitch, that lil' bitch, yeah, she a wetty
Keep playin' in the streets, ain't no cheat codes
Just hand to hands out the trap, bullet through that peepholе
Nah, lil' nigga, we ain't no equal, chopper got a .30 and that bitch camе with a sequel
"Chin up, chest out", what they told me
Settling for less, that was the old me
Now I'm scoring everyday and they can't hold me
We gon' spill his block until we dizzy if he owe me
I'm addicted to this fashion
Better save that lil' money if the opps come through blasting
You gon' need a casket
If you thinkin' I'm just rapping
(Yeah, yeah)
[?] on the beat
Ay, ay, nigga, spin again
Nigga, I came to win
I got blood on these cubans, nigga, I came to win
Yeah
Nigga, spin again, nigga, spin again
Ay, I came to win, look, ay, ay
[Chorus]
Spin a block, we gon' spin again
Hit a opp, we gon' hit his friend
Addicted to losin', nigga, I came to win
I got blood on these cubans, nigga, I came to win
Spin a block, we gon' spin again
Hit a opp, we gon' hit his friend
Addicted to losin', nigga, I came to win
I got blood on these cubans, nigga, I came to win
[Verse: Jeezus Shuttlesworth]
(Yeah) Section up my city, they so petty
They gon' hit yo' head, turn yo' body to spaghetti
Don't jump up off that porch if you ain't ready
Yeah, we know yo' bitch, that lil' bitch, yeah, she a wetty
Keep playin' in the streets, ain't no cheat codes
Just hand to hands out the trap, bullet through that peepholе
Nah, lil' nigga, we ain't no equal, chopper got a .30 and that bitch camе with a sequel
"Chin up, chest out", what they told me
Settling for less, that was the old me
Now I'm scoring everyday and they can't hold me
We gon' spill his block until we dizzy if he owe me
I'm addicted to this fashion
Better save that lil' money if the opps come through blasting
You gon' need a casket
If you thinkin' I'm just rapping
(Yeah, yeah)
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