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I ride spinners like Flip and Three Six
Why not shit, we rich, I stay stuntin' for the clique
If I ain't on 22's in the 745
I'm in the ESV, playin' NBA Live
While my 24 slide boys got me laughin'
Your rims don't stop, but them not Davin's
They nice, but it's a real big difference in the price
16 G's for these, can you buy this type?
I'm at the Maxi's piece lookin' like I'm wearin' a light
They see my Presidential Rollie, beamin' bright
I own three cars with the spinnin' wheels
That chop the block up, like spinnin' mills
Hit the club, come out, and they spinnin' still
They all made by Davin, so my spinners real
Geah, I get my roll on, I get my stroll on
Pull out all my cars and watch me get my glow on
I get my dough long, fuck holdin' on
I'm still goin' strong, Slim still goin' long
It's the Boss Hogg Outlaws, bitch
And you haters can't fuck with the Boyz N Blue clique
I know you see the rims choppin' when I -skrrt
A bunch of these bullshit bitches boppin' when I -skrrt
16 G's for these every time I -skrrt
So I'm rollin' a whole key when I -skrrt
And when you see me in motion, rims sittin' in place
Look like I'm defyin' gravity, sittin' in space
FYI, Killa Kyleon's a slab shooter
That's rollin' on Davin rims and not fakin' on Zab Judahs
Chicks say that my slab cuter, than that shit you roll in
That's when I pull up on your side, and snatch your chick you holdin'
But your shit keep rollin', when you switch the lane
And that's a problem, homeboy, you need to fix it, mayne
And when I scope your chick, she get addicted, mayne
You had a chance to get these, you shoulda switched it, mayne
But instead of you keepin' it real
You niggas wanna fake it 'til you make it
Instead of gettin' this real shit, you fake it 'til you make it, mayne
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