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Gently spin me around
I'ma spin me around (Peggy spin me around)
I know it's wrong
Oh, girl, now say they are
Baby, I
You better lock your door, shawty
You better lock your door, shawty (shawty)
Niggas gon' slide right in, no warning (no warning)
You got style, keep that shit inside him (huh)
Do me no favors
Got that Glock goin' fast, goin' fast, goin' fast
One, yeah
Uh
One deep in the back
Black man can't depend on sympathy (yeah)
I feel like hip hop try put a hit on me
Pussy niggas put me in a box, belittle it
Depot, these beats keep coming in kilos (kilos)
Switch styles, make 'em feel like Manteo
In this game the police use cheat codes (ya heard)
Huh, I feel like I just beat a case (huh)
Whole different style in my other hand
If you been here a while, you relate
I stay feeding my kids out they government
Baby Reagan, I'm cracking the case (on the case)
Trickle down, get that shit off my chest, bang
Step off the stage, I feel so hot (damn)
No weeks to relax
On the road I'm a redhead stranger
You know I gotta keep a smoke for the haters
You know we only- conceal
No faces, no case, no deal
Mind vacant, new champ, new heel
This flagrant, better get so real
I love 'em
Uh, I feel like I just made a case (case)
Whole different styles in my other hand
If you been here a while, you relate
I stay feeding my kids out they government
Baby Reagan, I'm cracking the case (on the case)
Trickle down, get that shit off my chest, bang
Step off the stage, I feel hot
(Damn)
(Bitch nigga, rich nigga, trick nigga, talk shit)
You better lock your door, shawty (three)
Niggas gon' slide right in, no warning
You got style, keep that shit inside him, oh