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Giggs – SPUN IT Lyrics

[Intro]
Maza, wagwan?
Ey I beg you, let me get you out of trouble please, someone
The six for the music, baby
Who run it?
Who spun it?
Haha
Ahh
Yeah
Uh-huh
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Wanna send a message? Nigga, send your message
Wanna send your blessings? Nigga, send your blessing (Yeah)
Man are just investing, niggas been investing
Man just found some interest, niggas been interested (Yeah)
Man ain't be aggressive but I've been aggressive
And we ain't good at guessing, we just spin at dresses (Yeah)
Manna put them baby niggas in the crushes
Bet you couldn't guess that niggas bringing yeses (Yeah, yeah)
Hella struggle (Struggle)
'Member I was 'lone, couldn't get a cuddle (No)
Hella funny niggas man, some mega-puzzle
Man top up the single yeah, I could get a double (Umm!)
Man ran here, reimburse it if you're in a bubble (Yeah)
Then I guzzle (Guzzle)
Sip it, then I guzzle (Yeah, yeah)
Man just had to juggle what we had to juggle
Man just kept on digging 'til we dug a tunnel (Tunnel)

[Chorus]
Who run it?
Who done it?
Who's spun it?
Who's sung it? (Yeah)
Games damaged
Who's coming? (Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me)
It's hard boiled
That's too runny
Them dudes funny
Abuse money (Yeah)
Just link money
Then two's cuzzy (Yes, yes, yes my G, G, G, G)

[Verse 2]
If I say to bust it, niggas make them bust it (Bust)
If I say dessert, man, then it's cake and custard (Yeah)
Man can't even answer that we ain't disgusted
Man's just not reliable and not productive (Uh)
Man just want your cake, but not the knife that cuts it (Yeah)
Man can run their mouth, I be the guy that shuts it
Man just run up on 'em and as I got busted
You ride the bike (Switch it), I drive the rusty (Yeah, yeah)
Riders night (Yeah, yeah)
But guys that trust me
You're ride in light (Yeah)
These guys you guys you must be (Yeah, yeah)
Hear them tires at night (Skrr)
When we rides the rusty (Yeah, yeah)
To get down and dusty
I'm tired at night
It's kinda busty (Busty)
I'm high as a kite
The fires a must be
And knowing the mic (Mic), get kinda frosty
I look at it like, nah, now she's tryna cross me (Jheez)
I won't be cupid (Cupid)
Don't fuck with them niggas, pussy, don't be stupid (Stupid)
When we get this money nigga, when we scoop it (Scoop it)
I'm here with the massive niggas, so mahoosive (Ahh)
We got them Versace niggas, show Medusas (Ahh)
'Cause I'm with the shooters nigga, we just shooters (Umm!)
She says I'm the cutest, now she's in recruitment (Yeah)
She might get the dick, but she won't get Louboutin (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Who run it?
Who done it?
Who's spun it?
Who's sung it? (Yeah)
Games damaged
Who's coming? (Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me)
It's hard boiled
That's too runny
Them dudes funny
Abuse money (Yeah)
Just link money
Then two's cuzzy (Yes, yes, yes my G, G, G, G)
My G
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Songwriters: Dakarai Forbes, Nathan Thompson, Rasi Wellington, Rennel Walker-Arthur
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