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lirik lagu slip in + slide – chuuwee & money montage

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[intro]
(montage)
yeah, yeah
yeah
talk to these n*ggas
(chris rose gon’ be the reason we gon’ blow)

[chorus]
swim in that p*ssy, know she in for a ride, yeah
i never fold but i still slip and slide
she just in l*st, i see it in her eyes (yeah)
she found me once then she won’t get my time (ayy)

[verse 1]
need my respect and i tell ’em give me mine (give me mine)
you ain’t finna find another n*gga who could live this life
i lost it all once, but i’m different, i [?] get it twice
tried to front on me but the n*gga, he couldn’t fit my size
this sh*t offensive, look at you different, i see the [?]
[?] to me’ll get you in that backroom, you couldn’t sit inside
so [?] get you suspended, or else penalized
you tryna cut then speak with vindiction and go and get your slide
these n*ggas actin’ suspicious but won’t admit it
why i seen you gift but i don’t f*ck with you?
i get your tissue now
n*ggas hit my line like we beefin’, i don’t remember how
you ain’t from the where but i see you twisting your fingers now
this sh*t is foul and you a cold b*tch
born in the mid*90s, been grindin’ since ’bout ’06
raise the temperature on you n*ggas, i swear i’m so tempted
’cause you ain’t ’bout your business but you always got your nose in it
’cause you ain’t ’bout your business but you always got your nose in it (ayy, n*gga)
[chorus]
swim in that p*ssy, know she in for a ride, yeah
i never fold but i still slip and slide
she just in l*st, i see it in her eyes (yeah)
she found me once then she won’t get my time (ayy)

[verse 2]
i lost it all twice but i’m different, i got it three times
why you in my business? you need to get onto [?]
eleven years payin’ the rent, crib by the seaside
i’m shinin’ like the sun god, this ain’t a sight for weak eyes
you can them back the advance, but i’m finna keep mine
i hit for thirty*thousand and blew it on coppin’ three rides
somebody always doin’ me filthy but it’ll be fine
pourin’ up the weed, lean frequently like it’s cheap wine
address me as “your highness” ’cause you don’t know me like t.i
why you so quick to speak on?
magic, fl!ck of the wrist and then, poof, and a n*gga be gone
keep me somethin’ to chief on, k!ll whatever i breathe on
finna go do the show run, promise you i won’t be long
n*ggas think they the greatest, we skip they sh*t to the b*side
what you ever be claimin’? i seen you throw up a few signs
money comin’ a few times (yeah), stack it up like a moon pie (yeah)
stack it up to the moon, high, high as the f*ckin’ moon ride
i don’t f*ck with these new guys, n*ggas trippin’, my shoe tied
who really down and who ride? tell me how often you slide
half of his f*cking crew died, honestly, n*gga, you lied
all you burnt was a new bridge, all you cut was a few ties
[outro]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah

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