Texty:
Dope You Spin Me Round

, here I come You spin me right round baby, right round Like a record, baby, right round, round, round You spin me right round baby, right round Like a record, baby, right round, round, round

Preklad: Pitomec. You Spin Me Right Round (Like A Record).

on the microphone When you spin that wax, it's not the same ol' song Round and round it goes, where it stops no one knows You see me at the clubs catching

clapped Get on the floor, clap a second time And make sure I flat-line you Let a whole round go, hit niggas behind you See the gleam on the glock, know

Dope fiends makes my pay Late nite hype to fiends so they walk this way 24 is the delivery And if you want that bomb shit come and spend with me Killas

you ever had something stronger than these'? Powder said 'well me and my friends used to smoke banana leaves That's kids stuff this stuff will make you

yes homie trust me Plays fuck me, kick 'em out when they try to get touchy QB/Southside, if you wanted to Trestle Man your man is hot, you dont wanna

We gone get you if we owe you, again I already told you Ready to roll the real, giving us something they gone feel baby No rotation but minorities blame me

ya chase me Best waste me Don't hunt bitch down in ya way Or ya make me Reverse the game and wax that ass Stop you from playin' I clear yo block on