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Kill Xavi - Spinning Planet lyrics

Artist: Kill Xavi

album: Spinning Planet


Got my bitch on the left side
My choppa on the right
I'mma pop another pill, even though I had a long night
Relapse on pills, the same time I fell in love
Lost my bottle, so my homie found another one
The world keeps spinning and it never wants to stop
I'm running from my problems, I got holes in my socks
Bitch, why you in my business?
You must be a cop
Got my heart on padlock, it can't be unlocked
Bitch, if you come over, then you better bring a friend
Aye, the way she work her tongue is like she talking in French
Yeah, I know that I'm a fuckboy, please excuse my French
My soul's in pain and it never wants to end
The way that you act, bitch, it never comes to end
Bitch, I already told you, I don't like your friends
'N if you're looking at my clothes, please don't mistake the brands
I'mma check you like some Nike, bitch you better watch your stance
Got my chopper, Michael Jackson, 'cause it makes faggots dance
Rudolph on your nose, 'cause it's been really accurate
How the fuck you gonna hate, but you drivin' an Acura?
Yeah, you say you run the show, but yo' bitch ass got asthma
Fuck three girls, one night, that's a hat trick
Take one pill, go ghost, that's magic
Wake up, he's dead, damn, that's tragic
Relapse, reload, fourteen, big pauls
Big chop, big nose
Muzzle on no-scope
Caught you lackin' in your home
You're the Travis to my Antidote
Head up, window
Aye, you're a big smoke
Shoot 'em down, antelope
Fold his ass, envelope
The world keeps spinning and it never wants to stop
I'm running from my problems, I got holes in my socks
Bitch, why you in my business?
You must be a cop
Got my heart on padlock, it can't be unlocked
Bitch, if you come over, then you better bring a friend
Aye, the way she work her tongue is like she talking in French
Yeah, I know that I'm a fuckboy, please excuse my French
My soul's in pain and it never wants to end
The world keeps spinning and it never wants to stop
I'm running from my problems, I got holes in my socks
Bitch, why you in my business?
You must be a cop
Got my heart on padlock, it can't be unlocked
Bitch, if you come over, then you better bring a friend
Aye, the way she work her tongue is like she talking in French
Yeah, I know that I'm a fuckboy, please excuse my French
My soul's in pain and it never wants to end

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