Forever Spinnin Lyrics

Yeah, big raw dog Crizzy

Still spinning for my niggas

Yeah, ska skirrr!

Damn

Still, spinning

Yeah

I hope my brother beat his case, I hope he gets probation

I put money on his books, don't need no validation

We was out there every week building that foundation

Them pussy niggas had a statement, that's a violation

I'm bout to be a father, Mani checking out these spaces

Who would've thought this rapping shit would be the conversation

By any means if there's a bag just know that ima chase it

Niggas really sell their souls just to get some placement

I feel the energy, I feel like you don't like me nigga

And that last shit you dropped, it don't excite me nigga

I'm in a class of my own, you cannot fight me nigga

And your music phony, all trash emojis

My shit drop and it fills the masses

Your shit drop and it go double plastic

You need to double backwards, ask yourself the fuck happened?

This nigga tryna be a bad bitch like Toni Braxton

Bitches need love too, but you? You get no traction

And every time I fuck yo bitch she get no passion

Ima cold bastard

Niggas really took my style and stole my whole fashion

Meditating with ya broad then she soul snatched me

She was sucking on my balls till my soul passed me

Ate my dick up now she wanna ask for more, gladly

Hit her by the kitchen door now she sore badly

Carnivore to the core man ya boy nasty

Crizzy F, and the "F" is for your fucking daddy

How the fuck do we got beef when you rolled passed me?

Ima air this bitch out like I'm in the backseat

All my bitches run miles just so they can track me, haha

And It's just like that, big dog, big crizzy ya hear me? raw dog champ

Still spinning shit for my dogs