ty cunningham - spin the tires

Blessed i hope
Pick and go
Roll and blow
Not that blow
Talk exhale
Put some weight
On my scale
French inhale
Smoke a blunt
If i roll a joint it has a crutch
Period
Count some digits
Spokes like fifty
Dope game shifty
Thats the life
Pissed he told on
My scoe thats wrong
Place a benchmark
With a knife
Milestone from my life
Cuz we werent acting right
Cop pulled up
I had like eight eighths
In separate baggies
Should have been ashamed
But she had her purse opened up
Ready for the trunk
I cleaned my pockets like everyone else
Seats folded up
You got no warrant punk
Got out of there with some luck
Glad some people live on their toes
Like bugsy
Trust me
I been a dealer but never caught
I trust my feelings never wrong
Stay on my toes
Til i die some night

Spin the tires
Pass out high
Bitch i must
Live my life
Live my life

Spin the tires
Pass out high
Bitch i must
Live my life
Live my life

Spin the tires
Pass out high
Bitch i must
Live my life
Live my life

Spin the tires
Pass out high
Bitch i must
Live my life
Live my life

Thats atrocious
Do the mostest
Trust your feelings
Sidepiece dealing
Cruise like ghost ship
Feel this whole clip
With my scoe
Fucck these foes
Wheat on toast
Grain in bread
Nine out of ten plead self defense
If you enter
Please consider
Coastal doctrine
Shells deliver
See some more
Sell some pounds
I stay built up
Please knock me down
If im headed where you cant go
Please dont take it personal
This is a two part sentence
I dont smoke blunts

With bitch ass dudes
Youre fronting brah
Hey
Youre fronting bruh
This is a two part sentence
I dont smoke blunts

With bitch ass dudes youre fronting brah
Hey just had to clear that up
Cuz i smoke blunts obvious
Yeah what hey
Yeah what hey

Spin the tires
Pass out high
Bitch i must
Live my life
Live my life

Spin the tires
Pass out high
Bitch i must
Live my life
Live my life

Spin the tires
Pass out high
Bitch i must
Live my life
Live my life

Spin the tires
Pass out high
Bitch i must
Live my life
Live my life

When you smoke too much weed
And only think of dumb shit
Replenish my funds quick
Ill smoke till im hundred
Many possessions make you weak
Canister of cannabis up my sleeve
Theres too many distractions
Too many distractions
So i focus on my inner self
If selling weed a prizefight
Then im taking home the belt
Dude was weak
Call him seven days
Listen what i say
Fill a bong with minute maid
Sincere like a promise made
Im clean as fucck without a maid
Dude was made
Mean he untouchable
Peace sign down
Mean i dont really fucck with dude
I cant be touched
Got some bud on my table
But dont sell to you
Yeah

Written by:
ty cunningham

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