Spinnin Lyrics

Description:– Spinnin Lyrics Dougie B, B-Lovee & Cordae are Provided in this article. The track is lead by Dougie B, B-Lovee & Cordae. It is released on November 11, 2022.

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Song:– Spinnin

Singer:– Dougie B, B-Lovee & Cordae

Producer:– AyoSam (Producer)

Written:– Dougie B, B-Lovee & Cordae

Label:– Republic Records

Spinnin Lyrics Dougie B, B-Lovee & Cordae

[Chorus: Dougie B]
I’m ridin’ spinners, I’m ridin’ spinners
They don’t stop
I’m ridin’ spinners, I’m ridin’ spinners (Fah)
They don’t stop (Grrah)
I’m ridin’ spinners, I’m ridin’ spinners (Frrah, grrah)
They don’t stop (Grrah)
I’m ridin’ spinners, I’m ridin’ spinners (Frrah, grrah, frrah, grrah, AyoSam)
They don’t—

[Verse 1: Dougie B]
I stay with the cuz, make it hot any weather
I ride for my brothers, we flockin’ together
Pour straight out the bottle, don’t need me a measure
It’s forty and better when I’m at the teller
I spot ’em, I’m boomin’ at you and whoever
Whenever, I promise you this shit is feathers
My flockers, I love ’em, I got ’em forever
When Flocka come home, we gon’ get it together
I been the aggressor applyin’ the pressure
I signed, it was treasure, and then it got better
And then it get better and better and better
Right under the sweater, I’m ready whenever
Ain’t cuffin’ these bitches, ain’t love for no heifer
You jackin’ the fellas but ain’t sendin’ no money
Ain’t checkin’ on mommy, ain’t send ’em a letter
I said I know Fivi’ and shorty got wetter

[Verse 2: B-Lovee]
Niggas know I’ma go, I’ma stomp every step
They like, “B-Lovee, you different,” he not like the rest
Come straight from the ‘jects where they put shit to rest
He gon’ end up like Yus with a whole in his chest
Put bro on his ass, told him shot every step
Give a fuck what they say, bitch, I feel like a vet
I ain’t duckin’ no smoke, bitch, I’m one for the wreck
Put a shot through the coat, bet you knock off the dress

[Verse 3: Dougie B & B-Lovee]
It’s a party, but I’m different
On my hip, Glocky or the Smith & (Grrah)
Too much money, I be shittin’
I’m too sleazy, nigga, I’ma get it
Let ’em put him on a stretch, tryna play like he cool
Put a hole in his brain, fuck a name, now he food
All my opps in the spot, get to shakin’ the room
Grrah, tryna put what’s-his-name on the news

[Chorus: Cordae]
I’m ridin’ spinners, I’m ridin’ spinners
They don’t stop
I’m ridin’ spinners, I’m ridin’ spinners
They don’t stop
I’m ridin’ spinners, I’m ridin’ spinners
They don’t stop (Yeah)
I’m ridin’ spinners, I’m ridin’ spinners (Ayy)
They don’t— (Uh)

[Verse 4: Cordae]
I ride spinners
If you a bad bitch, wan’ buy you dinner
Later on, I’m divin’ in her
They shootin’ shit like Kawhi Leonard
None of my bitches wear makeup
Keep the MAC with ’em, no Kylie Jenner
You gon’ need some damn cosmetics
‘Cause my young niggas get so aggressive
That chopper singin’ like Snoh Aalegra
Man, I really need to get my shit together
I been layin’ low and I been gettin’ cheddar
Like that Drake song, I want this shit forever
Ayy, free the lil’ nigga Kay Flock
Been a real nigga since the age five
Back in high school, I sold the trey-five
Yeah, I was in the crib listenin’ to Based God
Ayy, me and my nigga Dougie B livin’ luxury, come and fuck with me
My lil’ cousin Ty live in the Bronx, so I don’t ever stay at the DoubleTree
Back in high school, I had A’s and B’s, now all my hoes got double D’s
I got another cousin that stay in New York, he say that shit is really like the jungle, B
I’m a real nigga, can’t humble me, can’t quiet me, they admire me
And lately I been poppin’ mad bars ’cause this fame shit give me anxiety (Uh)
And all these niggas claim they want smoke, but whole time, they practicin’ sobriety
But I’m the good guy and that’s the irony, I’m a fuckin’ menace to society
You a bitch

[Chorus]
I’m ridin’ spinners, I’m ridin’ spinners
They don’t stop
I’m ridin’ spinners, I’m ridin’ spinners
They don’t—
I’m ridin’ spinners, I’m ridin’ spinners
They don’t stop
I’m ridin’ spinners, I’m ridin’ spinners
They don’t—