"Spin Again" lyrics

"Spin Again"

Hell nah, hell nah, not you again
Fuck nigga better spin again
(It's Trax season, bruh)

Got the swag, got the juice, got the sauce (Got the sauce)
Hair laid, fresh tips when I walk (Ow)
'Bout a band, I ain't lookin' for no man
If my ex spin the block, I'ma make him spin again (Skrrt)
In my bag, in my Louis, in my Birkin (Birkin)
'Cause a man without a plan ain't worth it (Ugh)
I ain't lookin' for no other man (Nah)
And if my ex spin the block, tell him, "Spin again"

Spin again (Spin again), spin again (Spin again)
Spin again (Spin again), spin again (Spin again)
Uh, I ain't checkin' for no other man
And if my ex spin the block, tell him, "Spin again"
Spin again (Spin again), spin again (Spin again)
Spin again (Spin again), spin again (Spin again)
Uh, I ain't worried 'bout no other man
And if my ex spin the block, tell him, "Spin again"

Single as a dollar bill, niggas gotta pay me
Miss Plan B, I ain't tryna have no baby
Maybe it's your bank account, maybe 'cause I'm crazy
Maybe I'm a ho and he lookin' for a lady
Maybe it's makeup, maybe it's Maybelline
Maybe it's a paper shortage, niggas never seein' green
Dicks up when I step up
Mustard-ass niggas better catch up (Hahaha)

Got the swag, got the juice, got the sauce (Got the sauce)
Hair laid, fresh tips when I walk (Ow)
Bought a bag, I ain't lookin' for no man
If my ex spin the block, I'ma make him spin again (Skrrt)
In my bag, in my Louis, in my Birkin (Birkin)
'Cause a man without a plan ain't worth it (Ugh)
I ain't lookin' for no other man (Nah)
And if my ex spin the block, tell him, "Spin again"

Spin again (Spin again), spin again (Spin again)
Spin again (Spin again), spin again (Spin again)
Uh, I ain't checkin' for no other man
And if my ex spin the block, tell him, "Spin again"
Spin again (Spin again), spin again (Spin again)
Spin again (Spin again), spin again (Spin again)
Uh, I ain't worried 'bout no other man
And if my ex spin the block, tell him, "Spin again"

Why you tell me lies? You don't ever tell the truth (Huh?)
How you wanna rap, but you never in the booth?
Out of you and your mans, you the lamest in the group (Ew)
You ain't never shootin' hoops, you ain't never knockin' boots
Maybe it's your lifestyle, maybe 'cause you lazy (Mm)
Maybe I'm the entree and you a side of gravy (Ugh)
Uh, I ain't lookin' for no other man
Brought my last nigga, now he gotta spin again (Bye)

Got the swag, got the juice, got the sauce (Got the sauce)
Hair laid, fresh tips when I walk (Ow)
Bought a bag, I ain't lookin' for no man
If my ex spin the block, I'ma make him spin again (Skrrt)
In my bag, in my Louis, in my Birkin (Birkin)
'Cause a man without a plan ain't worth it (Ugh)
I ain't lookin' for no other man (Nah)
And if my ex spin the block, tell him, "Spin again"

Spin again (Spin again), spin again (Spin again)
Spin again (Spin again), spin again (Spin again)
Uh, I ain't checkin' for no other man
And if my ex spin the block, tell him, "Spin again"
Spin again (Spin again), spin again (Spin again)
Spin again (Spin again), spin again (Spin again)
Uh, I ain't worried 'bout no other man
And if my ex spin the block, tell him, "Spin again"

(It's Trax season, bruh)


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