#SpazzinOut
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Spazzin Out Lyrics:Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (ay this that shit right here, dawg)
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Woo) okay, yeah, ha
Ay, this shit crackin'
Ay, Juice, this shit hot
On God, on God, ay
First things first, never too much money
I'm sippin' on some purp', thumbing through these blue hundreds (yeah)
Bitch, I ain't tryna flirt, you gon' let me fuck or somethin'? Yeah
Glizzock in her tummy, I'm an animal, Jumanji, uh (yeah yeah)
Please don't run up on me (uh), yeah, show me my opponent, yeah (bitch)
You niggas Jabronis (uh), and not only that, you phony, yeah
You niggas don't want it, uh, go'n and board little homie (yeah)
All that bullshit, don't condone it (uh-uh), shoot you, I'm an organ donor, yeah
If you play with me, bitch, I'm goin' out like Tony
Carbon in the front seat when I'm riding 'round lonely
I get money in my sleep so I wake up money hungry (I wake up money hungry)
Told that bitch I play for keeps, you can't play me like no dummy (bitch)
Key Glock, how you get the foreign?
Bitch, back-ends off of touring (duh)
Where you put all of that money?
Damn, your bankroll enormous (yeah)
I be shittin', I need some Charmin (yeah)
I be killin' all my targets (yeah)
Smokin', smellin' like I farted
Damn, I just funked up the party
Big pints, no bottles, uh-uh, drinkin' 'til tomorrow, yeah
Bitch I get dollars, uh, I'm a don dada, yeah
Harlem GlobeTrotter, uh, shoot you and your partner, uh
Racks in my pocket (racks) got me walking with a wobble, yeah
Lean with it, rock (with it), uh
Sippin' on some Wock' ('hardt)
Yeah, motherfuck the cops (fuck 'em)
Tell 'em suck a cock, yeah
Bitch I send shots, uh (nigga)
Nigga I don't box, yeah
You know I cannot, not stop gettin' this guap (uh-uh)
I pulled up with the top off (skrrt), made her panties drop, yeah
Fucked your future wife in my Gucci flip-flops
Talkin' 'bout can she spend the night? Bitch, kick rocks
Talkin' 'bout can she spend the night? Bitch, I think not, uh (what the fuck?)
Hold up (hold up bitch), hold up, hold up, hold up, ay ay
(I be spazzin') you ready?
(Ay, this shit sound so motherfuckin' fire) ay, check this out, ay
Dope boy shit (dope), got my Air Max on, yeah (dope, dope boy)
Riding down the block, grippin' on my chrome, yeah
You know what I got, bitch, my money long, yeah (okay)
Bitch, it's big Glock, these hoes love my songs, uh (no cap)
Yup, yup, yup, yup
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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