These niggas dying over bitches
Feed your team up with these riches
Hmmmm
Let's go Bckend
Dis some float shit
You got your 5, I got my 5 too
My bitch, she taking yoga class
I told her I'll spin 4 u
Snipers on the roof
In the backyard with my troops
Off the drugs, I'm in the loop
That's when she sends a text
She in distress
Everything you say true
I ain't linking with no hoes
They might try to throw a oop
She call him brother
Just a nigga, she gon' f*ck right after you
I ain't trusting on these hoes
I'm closing doors to open up my truth
Bitch, I made a whole album
I ain't have to hit the booth
Trying to wake up from my old life
Days with two hoes in one night
My bitches f*ck each other
They ain't no dykes
I've been balling major league
Your boyfriend on that fisher price
Life's a gamble, roll the dice
If you crap out, then you gone for life
I know some niggas that'll kill for me way before you up your pipe
My bitch, she thick as hell
She throw it back, it got me feeling right
Bckend went up, niggas went left
So no, I cannot split the rice
She thinking I'm a munch
I just wanna f*ck, you not no ice spice
You got your 5, got my 5 too
And my bitch, she taking yoga class
I told her I'll spin 4 u
Snipers on the roof
In the backyard with my troops
Off the drugs, I'm in the mood
That's when she sends a text
She in distress
Everything you say true
I ain't linking with no hoes
Cause they might try to throw a oop
She call him brother, just a nigga
She gone f*ck right after you
I ain't trusting hoes
I'm closing doors to open up my truth
Bitch, I made a whole album
I ain't have to hit the booth
New bitch wearing rhude
She hella mean, but she still a cutie
Blowing up off rap, I got some groupies
Lil bro never had no coochie
So I passed him a lil' bad bitch
Who just kept begging to do me
See, I switched to play
I'm throwing lobs
I'm trying to ice my reign
Like I'm CP3
I switched the crowd
I'm on the winning team
Coming down this one way acting hard
You gon' be the deadest on the scene
I was wearing designer belts
Before I had designer jeans
And yo, bitch know I could rap
So up at night, I make her sing
You got your five, I got my five too
My bitch, she taking yoga class
I told her I'll spin for you
I got snipers on the roof
I'm in the backyard with my troops
I'm off the drugs, I'm in the mood
That's when she sends a text
She in distress
Everything you say true
Ooh, you say true
I ain't linking with no hoes
Cause they might try to throw a
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Bitch, I made a whole album
I ain't have to hit the booth
Bckend Dre - Spin 4 u Lyrics
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English
These niggas dying over bitches
Feed your team up with these riches
Hmmmm
Let's go Bckend
Dis some float shit
You got your 5, I got my 5 too
My bitch, she taking yoga class
I told her I'll spin 4 u
Snipers on the roof
In the backyard with my troops
Off the drugs, I'm in the loop
That's when she sends a text
She in distress
Everything you say true
I ain't linking with no hoes
They might try to throw a oop
She call him brother
Just a nigga, she gon' f*ck right after you
I ain't trusting on these hoes
I'm closing doors to open up my truth
Bitch, I made a whole album
I ain't have to hit the booth
Trying to wake up from my old life
Days with two hoes in one night
My bitches f*ck each other
They ain't no dykes
I've been balling major league
Your boyfriend on that fisher price
Life's a gamble, roll the dice
If you crap out, then you gone for life
I know some niggas that'll kill for me way before you up your pipe
My bitch, she thick as hell
She throw it back, it got me feeling right
Bckend went up, niggas went left
So no, I cannot split the rice
She thinking I'm a munch
I just wanna f*ck, you not no ice spice
You got your 5, got my 5 too
And my bitch, she taking yoga class
I told her I'll spin 4 u
Snipers on the roof
In the backyard with my troops
Off the drugs, I'm in the mood
That's when she sends a text
She in distress
Everything you say true
I ain't linking with no hoes
Cause they might try to throw a oop
She call him brother, just a nigga
She gone f*ck right after you
I ain't trusting hoes
I'm closing doors to open up my truth
Bitch, I made a whole album
I ain't have to hit the booth
New bitch wearing rhude
She hella mean, but she still a cutie
Blowing up off rap, I got some groupies
Lil bro never had no coochie
So I passed him a lil' bad bitch
Who just kept begging to do me
See, I switched to play
I'm throwing lobs
I'm trying to ice my reign
Like I'm CP3
I switched the crowd
I'm on the winning team
Coming down this one way acting hard
You gon' be the deadest on the scene
I was wearing designer belts
Before I had designer jeans
And yo, bitch know I could rap
So up at night, I make her sing
You got your five, I got my five too
My bitch, she taking yoga class
I told her I'll spin for you
I got snipers on the roof
I'm in the backyard with my troops
I'm off the drugs, I'm in the mood
That's when she sends a text
She in distress
Everything you say true
Ooh, you say true
I ain't linking with no hoes
Cause they might try to throw a
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Bitch, I made a whole album
I ain't have to hit the booth
Feed your team up with these riches
Hmmmm
Let's go Bckend
Dis some float shit
You got your 5, I got my 5 too
My bitch, she taking yoga class
I told her I'll spin 4 u
Snipers on the roof
In the backyard with my troops
Off the drugs, I'm in the loop
That's when she sends a text
She in distress
Everything you say true
I ain't linking with no hoes
They might try to throw a oop
She call him brother
Just a nigga, she gon' f*ck right after you
I ain't trusting on these hoes
I'm closing doors to open up my truth
Bitch, I made a whole album
I ain't have to hit the booth
Trying to wake up from my old life
Days with two hoes in one night
My bitches f*ck each other
They ain't no dykes
I've been balling major league
Your boyfriend on that fisher price
Life's a gamble, roll the dice
If you crap out, then you gone for life
I know some niggas that'll kill for me way before you up your pipe
My bitch, she thick as hell
She throw it back, it got me feeling right
Bckend went up, niggas went left
So no, I cannot split the rice
She thinking I'm a munch
I just wanna f*ck, you not no ice spice
You got your 5, got my 5 too
And my bitch, she taking yoga class
I told her I'll spin 4 u
Snipers on the roof
In the backyard with my troops
Off the drugs, I'm in the mood
That's when she sends a text
She in distress
Everything you say true
I ain't linking with no hoes
Cause they might try to throw a oop
She call him brother, just a nigga
She gone f*ck right after you
I ain't trusting hoes
I'm closing doors to open up my truth
Bitch, I made a whole album
I ain't have to hit the booth
New bitch wearing rhude
She hella mean, but she still a cutie
Blowing up off rap, I got some groupies
Lil bro never had no coochie
So I passed him a lil' bad bitch
Who just kept begging to do me
See, I switched to play
I'm throwing lobs
I'm trying to ice my reign
Like I'm CP3
I switched the crowd
I'm on the winning team
Coming down this one way acting hard
You gon' be the deadest on the scene
I was wearing designer belts
Before I had designer jeans
And yo, bitch know I could rap
So up at night, I make her sing
You got your five, I got my five too
My bitch, she taking yoga class
I told her I'll spin for you
I got snipers on the roof
I'm in the backyard with my troops
I'm off the drugs, I'm in the mood
That's when she sends a text
She in distress
Everything you say true
Ooh, you say true
I ain't linking with no hoes
Cause they might try to throw a
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Bitch, I made a whole album
I ain't have to hit the booth
Writer: Keiondre Strong
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