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"Spazzin (Intro)" lyrics by YUNG SIMMIE
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"Spazzin (Intro)"

As I twist up this doobie and do me like it's a movie, who he?
I be the one you can't see in the Sun
Bitch I move with the drum, like buh-rum-bum-bum-bum
It's the 275, pussy boy, and we deep
Ain't no nigga on this earth who can get like me
Who can spit like me
Load the clip like me
Hella punch lines, niggas wanna fight me
The game so dirty, fuckin up my white tee's
Niggas is trippin' so my niggas flippin'
Hop in the lac' and we dippin', codeine sippin'
Eyes so low nigga fuck a vision
Been cookin' dough ducked off in the kitchen
She just give me brain she ain't tryna' have children
What the fuck you sayin' pussy nigga I ain't trippin'
Thinkin' bout' the cash while I'm wood grain grippin'
Dreads hang low, middle finger to the ceiling
I don't even care, I'm a put it in the air
Got two blunts, you could call that a pair
Got two guns, I ain't shootin' in the air
R.I.P. Big Pun, real nigga right here
Got three hoes, I don't need a reindeer
Fuck goin' home, give me brain right here
You a fake boy I can see it in your face
I pull up to the place
Put niggas in they place
My finger in your face boy I'm bout' to catch a case
I blow your face off make your homie catch a phase
I'm with a bad bitch and her ass look fake
But I'm laid back and she feeding me grapes
Yeah I said that
The nigga scared to
Run up in your crib got your kids scared too
But I'm killin' you cause' your boy dead too
Talkin' that mess I'll come find you
I'm all mad, shit
Tryna' divide shit
Gotta' push weight like I'm tryna' find shit
Man I'm too real I don't fuck with nonsense
Hatin' niggas talkin but they got nine cents
When I'm shootin at ya' whip
Bustin' corners, I'm a dip
Purple drank, I'm a sip
On my lap so I limp
I'm a float like a blimp
Gold Ape's like a chimp
I'm a eat it like shrimp
I'm a watch the blood drip
Every boss, sit
Choppa in the trunk, wanna see a car trick?
Swervin', who car sick?
Rollin' that coffin
He come on my side, my niggas will off him
My word that I boss him
His money is mine
Tryna' see me, boy you wasting your time
Splittin' your wig, call it wasting your mind, nigga

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