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Elie Slater

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(It's thirty nine bitch)
Big boy talk, the f*ck is you talm bout
I talk shit but i don't spit the gum out
I ain't no shooter, I don't pull the gun out
The money get stacked, Regardless if the sun out
Thirty nine hundred on me, Get supplied
I took a trip now my eyes open wide
Texas zoo, Come and f*ck with the crew
Money talk, Baby that's what it do
Angel spit, mane them boys heaven sent
Homer piece, That was eleven spent
Bitch I'm up, I ain't paying to rent
Kenzo jacket that i throw on the fit
Then i walk out the house (Yeah)
What the f*ck is you bout (Yeah)
I put gold in my mouth (Yeah)
When I get to screaming and shouting
No I'm not skinny, I'm just on a diet
Pockets on fat, Matter fact, They is giant
Tell that bitch boy you hang with, Not to try it
He ain't on shit and I bet he deny it
I feel like Biggie, I'm ready to die
Look in my eyes, Baby, Why would I lie
Tryna meet up with the man in the sky
Give me my wings, Bitch I'm ready to fly
This Muhfucka so geeked
He be like "Why me and Elie don't speak"
Bitch you's a bum, What the f*ck did you think
Nine times out of ten walk my ass to the bank
Nine times out of ten, Bitch I'm counting this cake
Guap stack, Bank roll, F*ck what you call it
I gave up trying to fit in the wallet
You tell me to get it, I already bought it
We do the same thing but you don't get acknowledged
(Uh)
Elie, Lower your tone
Made a song bout a bitch, call it "Home"
I can't f*ck with a bitch that ain't grown
Really, I did most of this on my own
Bitch I'm great Ima set it in stone
Get out the way ho, I stay in my zone
Can't stress bout a bitch, Get the bag and I'm gone
Let me talk my shit
Ya bitch getting swerved like a pothole, Ditch
Reptile boots with the box toe fit
Ya bitch getting drilled like a Pop Smoke mix
King of the hill when this shit get real
I call Z when this shit get killed
Built like a stick but the boy got skill
I catch plays , Ho i don't catch feels
Mane I'm done with that shit
Hit with no condom, Put a bun in that bitch
Big boy truck put a gun in that bitch
Big boy wheels burning rubber and shit
Talk sweet, He'll put you under and shit
(Elie, I think you should sit down and let someone else tawk)
Hell Nah, What the f*ck they gon say
I say kill ya self with a capital "K"
They don't do enough and it's racks to be made
My jewelry been hitting since back in the day like
(I count a rack)
(Count a rack)
(Count a rack)
(Count a rack)
(Count a rack)
(Count a rack)
(Count a rack)
Baby I get it in fact
My accountant get it, Large amount by the stack
Might as well go and get "39" on my back
You can't fall out with me, Ho I keep it in tact
I'm still waiting on a verse, Where the f*ck Marley at?
Mane I use to be broke, Bitch I ain't looking back
(Es treinta y nueve papi)

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