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Spin&Ben'n Lyrics

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Spin&Ben'n by YoungBoy Never Broke Again




Spin&Ben'n
(Play that back, Lucent)
(TimmyDaHitMan)

Look, spin and ben'n', with a glizzy
I got youngin tryna catch me, do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna f**k me, told her come on with it
I'm like, "Who don't know I'm thuggin'?"
Better mind your business
My lil' nigga just know come shoot sh*t up, he the murder type
Different gen' Glocks, another type, foreign whips, got several kinds
Her boyfriend another type, tell me who don't know is I
f**k with this b**ch from Baltimore, from the same place got another type

Really rich, you can suck my dick, get murdered b**ch, I said that
Know we caught up in this murder sh*t, I ain't take the script, and I read that
Pussy nigga, just another pack, aimin' out the Scatpack where your head at
Kickin' my flow to my four like I'm the reverend
Got b**ches from the hood, I lay my bed at, they bang 5
Why I went to war? 'Cause niggas tried the same hood where niggas died
No Instagram, I could get life, that's why my life ain't televised
Better tell the b**ch I'll take his life, better think about his momma cryin'
Come back wit' my enemies sittin' behind the line
Money be my remedy, and plus my bro's just poured a five
Sit up in my face, that ho be tellin' lies, aw man
Smoke some sh*t that'll probably blow her mind, I don't need no Xans

Look, spin and ben'n', with a glizzy
I got youngin tryna catch me, do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna f**k me, told her come on with it
I'm like, "Who don't know I'm thuggin'?"
Better mind your business
My lil' nigga just know come shoot sh*t up, he the murder type
Different gen' Glocks, another type, foreign whips, got several kinds
Her boyfriend another type, tell me who don't know is I
f**k with this b**ch from Baltimore, from the same place, got another type

Sick of all this fake sh*t, know they turn they back on me
Nigga know we face sh*t, I'm knowin' for a fact they see
Dirty b**ch gon' try and put the blame on me, stanky ho
I be stackin' riches 'til I'm off house arrest and back out on the road
Kickin', pimpin', know that I'm a vet, I'm dawgin' all these hoes
Real Mac and tote that MAC, b**ch I know you know it though
Gone when the Law came and was knockin' at my grandad door
Diss at me, we gon' stalk that man, might kill at b**ch on side the store
Yellow bone, she gon' take me down, baby woah, woah
One on the way, told her she can stay if can she get along wit' the ho
I live alone, the b**ch'll stay just to be up in here wit' my bro
b**ch know that she can't stay, told her pack her sh*t, I gotta go

Look, spin and ben'n', with a glizzy
I got youngin tryna catch me, do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna f**k me, told her come on with it
I'm like, "Who don't know I'm thuggin'?", better mind your business
Look, spin and ben'n', with a glizzy
I got youngin tryna catch me, do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna f**k me, told her come on with it
I'm like, "Who don't know I'm thuggin'?", better mind your business




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