Rak - Spinin Fast (Special Version)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahNigga flexin' got his bag took they know we on his ass
Left the bitch ain't need no transcript full throttle on the gas
Talkin' crazy you can't stand near cause we play laser tag
She gone pop her with some Van Clair might touch a brand new bag
Hold on wait I'm bout to spaz bet not touch my brand new flag.
Niggas know I'm bout my cash I might touch down in Trinidad
Hoes be tweakin speakin loud say one more word I'm finna dash
My lil' bro ain't got no sense go say a word he spinnin' fast
Niggas chattin' tryna brag you can miss me with that flaging
Don't come around me talkin' tough shit talk some money then what's happenin'
Nigga must be outta top flag him down he talkin' madness
Nigga got caught lack in traffic tryna trap but traping backwards
You should know just what we on bitch still got hella bowls
Pack be sealed but still be strong bitch I spray on cologne
Niggas faking I'm in that mode I gotta get him gone
Think he real cause he ain't fold bitch found out the nigga told
Now I'm bout to set the record got her feenin' for this dressing
Ohh she a freak yah cause she said it In the bed sheets gettin messy
You go here and i come the left lil bro we better catch it
If he go there then he trapped in the air he smokin' with his reggie
Keep the green call this shit veggie
I ain't talkin' to no pesent
Open up like this a present tryna send a bitch to heaven
Why he talk like he ain't felt it when them shits went past a mellon
Open up I put it in her mouth she said it taste like jelly
When they asked I said they mailed it but it came straight through the bank
Get cash run off Franklin's gon' trap like my name saint
Niggas ran it but they burned out I'm skippin' through the races
With a chopper that got sexy sittting titties if you play
With a chopper it got sexy sitting titties if you play
I ain't really got time to chase lil' bro move dumb get out the way
Moving fishy get a call he gettin' swiped like DOA
Play it instant if he fall I'm tryna stomp it in his face
Niggas flexin' got his bags took they know we on his ass
Left the bitch ain't need no transcript for a throttle on the gas
Talkin' crazy you can't stand near cause we play laser tag
She gon' pop it with some Van Clair might touch a brand new bag
Hold on wait I'm bout to spaz bet not touch my brand new flag
Niggas know I'm bout my cash I might touch down in Trinidad
Ho you tweakin' speakin' loud say one more word I'm finna dash
My lil' bro ain't got no sense go say a word he spinnin' fast
Written by:
Keysean Johnson
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