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lirik lagu slippin’ – dontee weaver

[intro]
sh**
i was slippin’
back on track

[chorus]
i was slippin i was fallin but i can’t give up
i was trippin, if i focus i could change sh** up
i let my life bleed up out these ink pens
i lost too many to these streets and to these state pens
i was slippin i was fallin but i can’t give up
i was trippin, if i focus i could change sh** up
i let my life bleed up out these ink pens
i lost too many to these streets and to these state pens

[verse 1]
i close my eyes and pray when i be weak
but i’m just another wolf that be preying on the sheep
now i lay but i don’t sleep and i hope i got a heat
so i could do my thang before a hater play me in these streets
stomach cramping, balling up my fist and grit my teeth
i be snacking but i feel like i ain’t ate in bout a week
really i be spitting and my life is like a movie
i be leery cause we all seen what lyrics did to boosie
i be hurting and sometimes ya dude need a crutch
i ain’t working but i do what i do for a buck
i get b****** but we all know it’s hard to trust
i ain’t b******* but i’m slipping and it’s hard to get up
my ambition and my missions make it hard to give up
blurry vision i been sipping gin, purple, and punch
put a clip in and i’m itching for a pu*** to front
bite my lip like you b-tch -ss pu*** you punk
press and i’ll f*** around and pistol whip or pop you
i’m stressed, even thought about chalking up my nostrils
nah, going out like a fiend not in the plans
imma turn a f***** up deal to a winning hand
show you how to come in first place with a second chance
show you how to finish the race with a second wind
get up eleven times if i fell ten
nine times out of ten n**** imma win

[verse 2]
yeah i caught em slipping when he saw me he was spooked
when he pulled up in that parking lot he didn’t know what to do
i put my homies up on game so now they on they p’s and q’s
i don’t like to stare at dudes but still i watched his every move
knowing him he had his tool and knowing us we had em too
it’s the art of war i’m militant like sun tzu
pulled off like he was leaving then he pumped brakes
don’t reach if you don’t got it, that’s a pump fake
i was taught not to play with guns but this is gun play
all he did was grab his phone and make a tough face
f*** that phone call n**** they gon’ be dumb late
all imma do is dump, skate, and leave you in that slumped state
but i didn’t put him to sleep i let him breathe bro
it wasn’t beef just a n**** i didn’t sleep on
i will spray and hit you and whoever be hanging with you
i caught you slippin i ain’t trippin cause it ain’t a issue

- dontee weaver

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