Donz Stacks, K.I (GINÉ), Dollo - GINE GINE lyrics

[Donz Stacks, K.I GINÉ, Dollo - GINE GINE lyrics]

Alright you poppin' your shit, nigga)
Ayo, Giné, Giné, huh? K1K, huh?
Alright (, you poppin' your shit, nigga) , huh?

Ayo, Giné, Giné, can't get caught on replay
Spin his block up with the knocker
 niggas know how we play
And we spin with tres eight
We gon' spin 'em tres ways
Niggas touchin' one of mines
We gon' spin the same day
And we get back, get back
Niggas know we with that
Niggas say they get it back in blood
They never did that
I ain't with the chit-chat
All you hear is click-clack
Niggas wanna flex up
We hit 'em in his six pack (Huh?)

We been some demons way before


We heard Chicago music
Shootin' niggas broad day
We don't need drugs to do it (Facts)
I'ma up it, I'ma boom it
Niggas know I do this (Facts)
Call your, call your shooters
I'll fuckin' loot 'em (Huh?)
Bitch, it's Giné, Giné, Giné, niggas shootin
(Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné)
If we ain't invited to thе party
Then we come and shoot it
Niggas know wе get back
Niggas know we do this
Shoot him right in his brain
Leave a nigga clueless

I be buggin', bitch, I'm thuggin'
Who gon' say I'm frontin'?
Put me an O on the drill
And niggas know we comin' (Facts)
I just came home from a shooting
And I'ma still up it
We gettin' money, these niggas hate
But their bitches love it gang shit, bitch
You know I ride with who I came with
I'm sayin' shit
I grew up around a couple gangsters
I'm patient, I'ma tape it
I'ma get you laid up

Huh? yeah, I'm ballin', don't do no talkin'
This coulda shot ya, when we walkin'
Oh, he talkin', we gon' spark him
We just spinnin', just like revolvers
And my lil' hood bitch love the Benihanas
Yeah, she steppin' in designer
I bought her Prada
DA sayin' that we shot 'em
I know your honour
Got her singin' na na na na, she no Rihanna
And them niggas with the drama
We give 'em drama
And we spinnin' with the knockers
We shoot your block up
Sayin' "Make it hot", well
We gon' make it hotter
In the 'Rari or the Lamb truck
We smokin' ganja
All you hear is fa-fa, like nigga, fa-fa
And ya boy is goin' baba, like rock-a baba
Slidin' up in, we gon' hit his māthā
In the party drunk with Giné
Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné
Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné
Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné
Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné
Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné
Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné

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