Spin Again Lyrics – Pacman da Gunman
Singer: Pacman da Gunman
Title: Spin Again
Spin the block, hit a opp, yeah
Street sweeper, get ’em off, yeah
n#gg#s hot ’til they not
n#gg#s pop ’til they popped
I got my n#gg#s with me, yeah
Whole bunch of killers with me, yeah
Throw signs, we really don’t speak, no
Trippin’, get knocked off your feet, yeah
Spin again, get it in and do it all again (All again)
Pop a pill and tell the Lord, “Forgive me for my sins” (My sins)
Spin again and see a ten, n#gg#, I’ma {?}
Should we go and get the candles? sh#t, it all depends (All depends)
Lightwork, we not on it but it’s hard times (Hard times)
Yeah, we make it look easy but it’s hard work (Hard work)
Walkin’ with a {?} and I ain’t crawl first (Crawl first)
Ask Baby Long John, wе got the call first
Drop everything, countin’ quick, crеate me trouble
Three opps, two shooters, that’s a triple double
n#gg#s trippin’, I got dough, walkin’ with a duffle
When them n#gg#s playin’ crazy, I’ma keep it subtle (Yeah)
Spin the block, hit a opp, yeah
Street sweeper, get ’em off, yeah (Oh, yeah)
n#gg#s hot ’til they not (Uh-huh)
n#gg#s pop ’til they popped (They popped)
I got my n#gg#s with me, yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Whole bunch of killers with me, yeah (Oh, woah)
Throw signs, we really don’t speak, no (No, no)
Trippin’, get knocked off your feet, yeah
Look
CEO n#gg# with the business, I don’t talk a lot
Sold dope, the killers gunfights in the parking lot
{?}, kamikaze suit, down to f#ck ’em up
Fifty shots, soundin’ like the {?} but it’s f#ckin’ not
Diddy bop, dawg, he was dancin’ ’til he bled out (Bled out)
Never se me stop the shells, now the feds out
Lion heart, when it’s time hunt, I’m a damn shark
Demon time, n#gg#s try to run, shout out Ozark
You ain’t safe in this game that we playin’, n#gg# (Playin’, n#gg#)
All respect when you speakin’ on my name, n#gg# (Name, n#gg#)
So watch your mouth when you sayin’ what you sayin’, n#gg#
Said your homies died, guess who sent ’em to the grave, n#gg#?
Spin the block, hit a opp, yeah (Oh, woah)
Street sweeper, get ’em off, yeah (Oh, yeah)
n#gg#s hot ’til they not (‘Til they not)
n#gg#s pop ’til they popped (‘Til they popped)
I got my n#gg#s with me, yeah
Whole bunch of killers with me, yeah
Throw signs, we really don’t speak, no
Trippin’, get knocked off your feet, yeah
Spin the block, hit a opp, yeah
This is dice playin’
Street sweeper, get ’em off, yeah
So don’t come out here playin’ like you n#gg#s untouchable, you hear me?
n#gg#s hot ’til they not
n#gg#s pop ’til they popped
Let’s not forget {?} got touched, fool
I got my n#gg#s with me, yeah
Them n#gg#s done killed Jesus
Whole bunch of killers with me, yeah
So all you n#gg#s that’s poppin’ it, like you untouchable
Throw signs, we really don’t speak, no
{?} for real, for real
Trippin’, get knocked off your feet, yeah
I’m a cold n#gg#
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