Abra Cadabra – Spin This Coupe Lyrics

Grr
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You know
O way or no way
Get right, get left or get stretched
Free the drillas 10 times
You know
f*ck the other side
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(Gang)
Grr
Grr
Grrrr
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Mandem told you already
Man spin that coupe when we see a opp boy
Hop out man, beat that
See the opp block strip man sweep that
Smooth criminal
Charntay says she’s wanting more
I’ma go make an opp boy bleed
Don’t worry I’ma be back
Charntay bendin’ over so I lean back, beat that
Gangstas to the left and my right
Keep thinking everyting nice, ’til we tek mans life
You coulda been a murderer, coulda been a terrorist
We don’t care, we just slap these 9’s (Woosh)
Thеy all stress, come back and I’m bettеr than ever
And this time I’m poppin’ off on them whenever the weather
Straight winners, no L’s, jus’ me and my breddas
OFB, Farm Block, go gettas
They ain’t sho like me
They ain’t sho like me
Big guns, they ain’t got no poles like we
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He don’t grab the smoke like me
Kush, spin the wheel lemme toast that yute

Spin on the opps, that’s the usual
Nobody cares what we used to do
They couldn’t even tell you what they used to do
Cah what they used to do is what they do now
Like come to the block get (Baow)
Run down, sun’s out, guns out
T got in now you gotta run now
9 millimetre get tump out
If he’s just another nigga tryna get clout
You don’t need a gunshot, you can get a mac tump out
Them man a likkle man, we ain’t gotta bring guns out

Ay spin this coupe
To the left, to the left, to the right
Still ain’t seen a nigga in sight

Last time that I saw that block with my eyes
I had to angle my arm, slapping out carbine
4 opp blocks doing up purging, lurking
If you saw anyone on them blocks
There it’s curtains
Swing that, dig it and turn it
Rise that suttin’ and burst him
Squeeze and lean with this yute and everybody
You don’t want see with a gun
The samurai, ching that, make him bleed on it
I can never see a opp boy not deal with it
We don’t do no rap cap
We make waps slap
If he’s an opp man steamin’ him
Billin’ up a nigga, come we put some teeth in him
With the broom and sweepin’ him

Mandem told you already
Man spin that coupe when we see a opp boy
Hop out man, beat that
See the opp block strip man sweep that
Smooth criminal
Charntay says she’s wanting more
I’ma go make an opp boy bleed
Don’t worry I’ma be back
Charntay bendin’ over so I lean back, beat that
Gangstas to the left and my right
Keep thinking everyting nice, ’til we tek mans life
You coulda been a murderer, coulda been a terrorist
We don’t care, we just slap these 9’s
They all stress, come back and I’m better than ever
And this time I’m poppin’ off on them whenever the weather
Straight winners, no L’s, jus’ me and my breddas
OFB, Farm Block, go gettas

Like come to the block get (Baow)
Run down, sun’s out, guns out
T got in now you gotta run now
9 millimetre get tump out
If he’s just another nigga tryna get clout
You don’t need a gunshot, you can get a mac tump out
Them man a likkle man, we ain’t gotta bring guns out

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