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I locked it like bars I'm slicking The wire, the fire, the bars I spit I locked it like bars I'm slicking The wire, the fire, the bars I spit I
City slicking Bottle sipping Know we vibing Big like Wallace City slicking Bottle sipping Know we vibing Big like Wallace Gotta get back to business
to coast and state to state I got a stick with me Remember I aint have shit aint wanna stick with me Im like a pan of oil bitch aint no out slicking me I
all the time They don't get on the rum They're not into having fun Or they'd rather sit at home and poor a wine City Slicking life ain't what it's
City slicking outlaw with a pretty country girl Im a sour smoking moonshine drinking casanova here But that don't mean you cannot tame the bull
just how we are you cant change it. And these city slicking sons of bitches hates this yea these city slicking sons of bitches hates this Cause
sponsorships And I'm driving in this tricky ass road Lotta rocks in it But I'm bout my shit Don't mind my pistons Rainy days but it ain't no hydro slicking Got
Ricking dicking licking Sicking picking rif raf Flicking little dicking Slicking little cow Aha aha aha And then i learned to swim Miss sanders gym
easy does it now Double clicking, city slicking, all those dollars flying 'round Electronic, isotonic, hit the gym to beat the pounds But I'm drowning
Ricking dicking licking Sicking picking rif raf Flicking little dicking Slicking little cow Aha aha aha And then i learned to swim Miss sanders gym
Well if she don't call well I don't care I got my jeans on and I'm slicking my hair And I'll tell the girls come along if you dare I've got a mind
sickening Couldn't get fresh if you broke up, get slicking We Diddy bop, y'all out here skippin' Baby just ignore these fools, they trippin' Give it
feeling kinda antsy Mamma's getting fancy Slicking back a wet pompadour (Red Sox) He said he'd be here at seven It's closing in on 8:01 (Trimmin'
in the club bathroom and moved Her in that crib that week So you’re slicking obviously You’re pimpin’ ain’t pimpin’ P How you go blind and can’t see?
Tell your city slicking' cousin Lay that peppermint twister down She's been shakin' up my biscuits Draggin' my feet all over town There's some
the prettiest girls in Texas And from everywhere Parade their city slicking clothes And bought some boots and western wear We swam all through the day
seven revolvers Sell case never test the floor Sticky yank slicking enough why'all I'm a man enough to put on a dress To creep up like grand-moma
Rasta man) Slicking down baby hairs way before insta (way before insta) Time when I had a dummy on my chain all for one likkle pose in a picture (snap
pile is where I wait for you In the bone pile is where I wait for you Well, I was born a rotten freak Slicking back a widow's peak Well, I was born
ones) I mastered my flow like Dizzee and Busta (legends) And one day buy real weed from a Rasta (real Rasta man) Slicking down baby hairs way before
money anymore Pay me in jewels while I'm pouring up a four (yeah) Tiptoe, tiptoe spending a big roll Ain't no penny flipping city slicking, I hit
pictures of James Dean slicking back his hair Fourteen is not my favorite number At night I dream, I see Fourteen spelled out in lumber Fourteen, I
slicking malediction Pretty, pretty, pretty boy My main ambition's your submission Pretty, pretty, pretty boy My ammunition's in description Pretty, pretty,
got you sicker I'm a city slicking, brick flipping, liquor sippin Weed smoking ass nigga Left my last girl, she was too small, told her Imma need that
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