Lyrics

Spin the block in that They telling me life is a bitch Well tell her friends come (Hmm) Look, my bitch she a shopper Dripped down in designer I came for the watches, she looking at diamonds Bitch I'm not about to wife ya (Nope) You gone have to dead that What goes around comes around, my bitch she ain't come back Out in cali I smoke that, out in bomton with no strap We was moving like three deep, met a white bitch did a dab You bring your bitch around the wolves, we gone slaughter that (Bnb) I call vice, yo that bitch need a quarter pack We moving grimmie like machines that don't give quarters back I took you shopping with me once, she don't know how to act (Chill girl) I told her after I hit this blunt ima blow her back No time to cuddle bitch, right back to the bag Shorty keep blowing up my phone, and I ain't even get to kill yet Constantly texting me for the dope, but never once got dough to pass Guess her throat gotta pay for that These some of the things I be going thru A hunnit percent of these bitches be cuffing but always wanna know When I'm coming thru On the moped or the beamer (Yea) Hit the l for the w Please don't sleep on the kid, no he's not a dreamer (Dreamer) He know he gone live comfortable If life a bitch I wanna see her (See her) Hurd a few of my dawgs got caught up, shit I just wanna kick my feet up Might leave her with a kid (Yea) She addicted to the kid Shit really got me dead (Yea) Chill I just wanna live It's like I can't tell my left from right The way I walk straight up on a bitch And she just got engaged just yesterday, but her eyes can't leave the wrist Spin the block in that jag, dark tints can't see me They telling me life is a bitch Well tell her friends come link me Spin the block in that (Huh) Dark tints can't see me They telling me life is a bitch Well tell her friends come link
Writer(s): Kory Godfrey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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