Spin Song Lyrics

Description:- Spin Lyrics 42 Dugg & EST Gee are Provided in this article. This is a new song which is sang by famous Singer 42 Dugg & EST Gee. This song is from Last Ones Left album. This song will release on 8 April 2022.

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Song:– Spin

Singer:– 42 Dugg & EST Gee

Album:– Last Ones Left

Producer:– TyMaz, Flex on the Beat & FOREVEROLLING

Written:– TyMaz, Flex on the Beat, FOREVEROLLING, 42 Dugg & EST Gee

Label:– Warlike, Collective Music Group & Interscope Records

Spin Lyrics 42 Dugg & EST Gee

[Intro: 42 Dugg]
(FOREVEROLLIN)
FOREVEROLLIN
(Flexin’)

[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
Told my brother if I’m missing, I got set up by a bitch, oh, what?
Hands-on in that kitchen, I don’t think I hit the tan enough (Baow)
Y’all know I throw them bands for nothin’, I got two in the pants for nothin’
We can’t whack your mans for nothin’, bitch, you know he had that comin’
I still serve them grams two-hundred, I might move to Houston Monday
I don’t pay my shooters nothin’, they all do that shit for free
Exotic, how them bricks is cheap? They front me four ’bout six a week
That paper add them piece for Reece, she sucking dick, you cuff the bitch
All in niggas’ DM, we know, I said you couldn’t trust the bitch
My nigga Lock, we beefin’ now, I told him not to hit my line

[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
I still be fuckin’ with them pills
Yeah, we spin, ‘ll spin your shit again
Nigga, fuck Will and everybody told
RIP to all my niggas, free my motherfuckin’ bros
Yeah, I still be fuckin’ with them pills
Nigga, we spin, ‘ll spin your shit again
Nigga, fuck Will and everybody, yeah
Free my motherfuckin’ bros doing life up in the feds

[Verse 2: EST Gee]
Red beam on the dread, need ’em dead
What’s the price? I’ll pay it
It’s love, I ain’t even gotta say it
Steppin’ long as he got legs
Step in the name of Lil’ Dead
Preppin’ myself how to play it
These niggas must think I’m playin’
Came in, catch the place, we sped
Flowers, teddy bears, he dead
Bang a tester in his leg
Noddin’, slobbin’, drop his head
Happy that I spent my last
I’ll drop bags and put ’em on your ass
This shit clear as glass
Last time tinted yellow, said it tasted bad
If it ain’t ’bout cash, then what it is?
On the island, you see fins
Choppers, Glocks, and SIGs
Sure hope you can swim
Couple grand and we right where he live
Take him, get where he spin
Park the car, hop out on land
Head, mask, gloves, hands
That’s that get-back for my mans