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(slatt)
When we slide, nobody survive, we whackin' 'em
Pull up and hit all your guys
Me and Doe takin' turns
I send a pick to Chop and I block him

I feel like Mike Tyson in here
The gweatest
Hopping out a whip that's not even in my name
Used to call me Tota now they call me by my name
I been

Around my neck bitch not a rope
Pull in your block with a stick and scope
I don't fuck with these niggas
These niggas need hope
I come on your block

Well I can see you live by that logic
You in VIP blowing all your bucks quick
Slow down before these broads empty out your pocket
Coz your girlfriend

album finna drop
Know these hoes shit flop
Diddy bop on a weak hoe
And I get it by the week hoe
Catch me in the streets hoe
Slide down yo block, best

Intro:
Ah-ah
Gonna get it, gonna get it
Mmm, yeaah

Intimidated by me
In fantasies I believe
Superdry, Superlight Skechies on my feet
Real, unreal

get off the flo
Mane
I heard yo song by the way, it was so lame

Grrah, grrah ended up on his whole gang
I do not know that fuck boy, he a no name

no ak
Its a m if we all on the same page
Gotta freak lil bitch her name shay shay
She gone do what I want if I say say
Set em up get em gone by

Check your method, holler at your boy
Before you get yourself crucified like Christ Hosoi
Think of how much you're loved by Andy Roy, you
Won't Enjoi

it
We keep it flowin' 'round here ain't no stoppin'
Too fly, too fly, get it poppin' by myself
I-I-I-I don't need nobody else
Got my nigga

Dodging rain drops ‘til middle of May
Time to slide girl I know you wanna stay
Girl you fine but this money callin’ me
Lock it down you might be the ball

motherfucking nerd
Ale I don't give a F, lil' bro, yo, rap
A môj rap je môj bodyguard, ak ťa nemám rád
Tak ti v sekunde dá silnú bombu na bradu
Všetko

Sing like Bilal! Spizzy, F-4
Sing-sing like Bilal!

They tell us sing like Bilal
Dance like Justin
Rap like Lil' Wayne before he got busted
Keep your

It got me goin wild
Du mente du var 100
Men aldri holdt det down (ah)
Makin money with my shorty by my side
Ingen leker med oss I don't let slide
Å jeg

Stomp

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don't play like that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat

Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya bloody, lil' bloody
Don't play with the gun smoke

a couple minutes
I see you winning so I’m hoping you can slide them digits
But you ain’t finish
And ya friends yelling
Girl get it get it
Go and fuck em up

was Reping the sameas I look up the sky.

my mind starts to clear.a tear on my eye pain on my soul

as I flow day by day not ny night foo braghin

about

me
Na baby
It’s too late to say
You ain’t gotta say
But yo ass gotta take this curve 

I’m fly
Wave at you when I slide by
Now you wanna bang my line

cubbin'
Don't take pics in this room, you buggin’
Just keep suckin' 'til you feel me nuttin'
Fake Nikes, I can tell by your button
If it's lit then I

to seek for a ride 

But they ain’t let him slide

He gave them gas money

But still kept their pride

He needed to make a lil money on the side

Wanted

want it I get it, my bank account set up lil different
My homies all ball wit no limits, now she want a bag but she tripping
Can tell when these fees

brothers and sisters had one
Call it jealousy or not but it surely made him
The savage of the bunch
And all he wants is for someone to give a fuck
Cuz