Spinning on your block for your head, now your bitch giving me head
Murder in my lyrics, of course I know that you fled
All my brothers rocking dreads, I'm the one that you dread
Your gang mess with me, now your walls are full of lead
Put a roof over your head, spending cash all of my bread
From the speedway, staying over for them creds
Instead of messing with them meds, god damn running into feds
Every day popping tags Dolce and Gabbana brand new threads
That bitch ain't my type, always down for the pipe
Dropped a single, everybody posting, spreading all the hype
Rollin w a Duce, dick covered in Jamba Juice
Big stunts like I'm Cruise, game don't lie, I'm the one they choose
All my food gourmet, hit you with a melee
In the front in the race like I'm Tay-K
After one night, she got spoiled she calling me bae
Hittas coming after me, I don't like to play
Spinning on your block for your head, now your bitch giving me head
Murder in my lyrics, of course I know that you fled
All my brothers rocking dreads, I'm the one that you dread
Your gang mess with me, now your walls are full of lead
Put a roof over your head, spending cash all of my bread
From the speedway, staying over for them creds
Instead of messing with them meds, god damn running into feds
Every day popping tags Dolce and Gabbana brand new threads
Every night I prayed to god amen
That bitch ain't no nine, she's mine she a ten
Homies in the pen, saying SLDR that beauty done did it again
Worldwide ESPN, like Nelk I full send
I ain't from no gang but I'm still her thang
Loyal as the mafia on my finger got a rang
People ask where I got my chain, in the board like Gucci mane
All my hoes come back like a f*cking boomerang
Spinning on your block for your head, now your bitch giving me head
Murder in my lyrics, of course I know that you fled
All my brothers rocking dreads, I'm the one that you dread
Your gang mess with me, now your walls are full of lead
Put a roof over your head, spending cash all of my bread
From the speedway, staying over for them creds
Instead of messing with them meds, god damn running into feds
Every day popping tags Dolce and Gabbana brand new threads
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Sldr - Speedway Lyrics
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Spinning on your block for your head, now your bitch giving me head
Murder in my lyrics, of course I know that you fled
All my brothers rocking dreads, I'm the one that you dread
Your gang mess with me, now your walls are full of lead
Put a roof over your head, spending cash all of my bread
From the speedway, staying over for them creds
Instead of messing with them meds, god damn running into feds
Every day popping tags Dolce and Gabbana brand new threads
That bitch ain't my type, always down for the pipe
Dropped a single, everybody posting, spreading all the hype
Rollin w a Duce, dick covered in Jamba Juice
Big stunts like I'm Cruise, game don't lie, I'm the one they choose
All my food gourmet, hit you with a melee
In the front in the race like I'm Tay-K
After one night, she got spoiled she calling me bae
Hittas coming after me, I don't like to play
Spinning on your block for your head, now your bitch giving me head
Murder in my lyrics, of course I know that you fled
All my brothers rocking dreads, I'm the one that you dread
Your gang mess with me, now your walls are full of lead
Put a roof over your head, spending cash all of my bread
From the speedway, staying over for them creds
Instead of messing with them meds, god damn running into feds
Every day popping tags Dolce and Gabbana brand new threads
Every night I prayed to god amen
That bitch ain't no nine, she's mine she a ten
Homies in the pen, saying SLDR that beauty done did it again
Worldwide ESPN, like Nelk I full send
I ain't from no gang but I'm still her thang
Loyal as the mafia on my finger got a rang
People ask where I got my chain, in the board like Gucci mane
All my hoes come back like a f*cking boomerang
Spinning on your block for your head, now your bitch giving me head
Murder in my lyrics, of course I know that you fled
All my brothers rocking dreads, I'm the one that you dread
Your gang mess with me, now your walls are full of lead
Put a roof over your head, spending cash all of my bread
From the speedway, staying over for them creds
Instead of messing with them meds, god damn running into feds
Every day popping tags Dolce and Gabbana brand new threads
Murder in my lyrics, of course I know that you fled
All my brothers rocking dreads, I'm the one that you dread
Your gang mess with me, now your walls are full of lead
Put a roof over your head, spending cash all of my bread
From the speedway, staying over for them creds
Instead of messing with them meds, god damn running into feds
Every day popping tags Dolce and Gabbana brand new threads
That bitch ain't my type, always down for the pipe
Dropped a single, everybody posting, spreading all the hype
Rollin w a Duce, dick covered in Jamba Juice
Big stunts like I'm Cruise, game don't lie, I'm the one they choose
All my food gourmet, hit you with a melee
In the front in the race like I'm Tay-K
After one night, she got spoiled she calling me bae
Hittas coming after me, I don't like to play
Spinning on your block for your head, now your bitch giving me head
Murder in my lyrics, of course I know that you fled
All my brothers rocking dreads, I'm the one that you dread
Your gang mess with me, now your walls are full of lead
Put a roof over your head, spending cash all of my bread
From the speedway, staying over for them creds
Instead of messing with them meds, god damn running into feds
Every day popping tags Dolce and Gabbana brand new threads
Every night I prayed to god amen
That bitch ain't no nine, she's mine she a ten
Homies in the pen, saying SLDR that beauty done did it again
Worldwide ESPN, like Nelk I full send
I ain't from no gang but I'm still her thang
Loyal as the mafia on my finger got a rang
People ask where I got my chain, in the board like Gucci mane
All my hoes come back like a f*cking boomerang
Spinning on your block for your head, now your bitch giving me head
Murder in my lyrics, of course I know that you fled
All my brothers rocking dreads, I'm the one that you dread
Your gang mess with me, now your walls are full of lead
Put a roof over your head, spending cash all of my bread
From the speedway, staying over for them creds
Instead of messing with them meds, god damn running into feds
Every day popping tags Dolce and Gabbana brand new threads
Writer: Philip Zhang
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid