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lirik lagu slide for bro – lil nuu

nemii, this b*tch r*t*rded

[chorus]
get on they ass, don’t play wit’ us, like we don’t put sh*t on a shirt
same n*ggas dissed the guys, we put they dumbass in the dirt
throw a switch up on your glock, and hold it down ’cause that b*tch twerk
he ain’t die but he can’t walk, that sh*t a different type of hurt
n*ggas never slid for bro, i know the truth, i could expose
say you f*ckin’ on ’em hoes, make ’em hoes drop them lo’s (drop them lo’s)
know i only hang wit’ k!llers and we stickin’ to the code
think your mans really love you, ‘fore that check and wipe yo’ nose
[verse 1]
i ain’t givin’ out no passes, you still wit’ me, we know he told (goof ass)
i told davonte pull that trigger, he get that fillin’, i’ma fold (boom*boom)
i’ma still drop the rakes, i be the same way til i’m old (gdk)
n*ggas pop them fake percs, that need they fetty ‘fore they sold
catch a body, i’ma beat it
f*ck enough, i know she heated (yea)
and you know i made her eat it, b*tch, i f*cked you won’t believe it (you won’t believe it)
them n*ggas say they dissin’ who? let my k!llers of the loose
n*ggas notice what we do, broski shoot, i gotta shoot (boom*boom)
robbin’ a n*gga for his loot (give me that)
if the feds come and get me, man i’m bappin’ in the booth
for real, gangsta, i’m the truth
ask streets, that’s my proof
gdk, that’s in my roots
been throwin’ l’s since i was two
for lil rock, i gotta shoot

[bridge]
spin they block, jump out, four shooters, fah*fah*fah
n*ggas die fo’ doin’ all that, rah*rah*rah
i don’t talk on murders n*gga, bah*bah*bah
keep yo’ eyes open n*gga, on that car (boom*boom)

[chorus]
get on they ass, don’t play wit’ us, like we don’t put sh*t on a shirt
same n*ggas dissed the guys, we put they dumbass in the dirt
throw a switch up on your glock, and hold it down ’cause that b*tch twerk
he ain’t die but he can’t walk, that sh*t a different type of hurt
n*ggas never slid for bro, i know the truth, i could expose
say you f*ckin’ on ’em hoes, make ’em hoes drop them lo’s
know i only hang wit’ k!llers and we stickin’ to the code (the code)
think your mans really love you, ‘fore that check and wipe yo’ nose (slime*slime)
[verse 2]
you can’t be out here playin’ nice, lil’ boy, you better stress sum’
i know b*tches who get wild, won’t hesitate to stretch one
all these b*tches on my d*ck, they know i’m the next one
he told me chill, but i ain’t scared, f*ck it let the feds come
put that money on his head, hold his ass fo’ ransom
we wanted one, but we caught two, we call that sh*t a n*one
spot an opp, i can’t stretch him, beat his ass like grandson
every time they mention us, we comin’ through and blam sum’ (gang*gang)
get so high, i see the opps, the only time them n*ggas on they block
we ain’t had no hot car, we slid on feet, let’s go march (skrr)
he got flamed, switch too fast, all we know is he got sparked (gra)
should’ve stayed out dem pictures, now his ass play his part

[outro]
spin they block, jump out, four shooters, fah*fah*fah
n*ggas die fo’ doin’ all that, rah*rah*rah
i don’t talk on murders n*gga, bah*bah*bah
keep yo’ eyes open n*gga, on that car

- lil nuu

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