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lirik lagu can’t stop sliding – poody gordy

[intro: glockboyz teejaee]
(you cut up on this one, jay c)
uh
(mia jay c)
come on, glockboyz, n*gga (ooh, it’s bluestrip, baby)
we still in the streets, n*gga
ayy

[verse 1: glockboyz teejaee]
n*ggas be actin’ like they tryna die
man, glockboy, but i’ll have the chopper singin’ like ty dolla $ign
ayy, my n*gga boom ain’t got a watch, but he be freezin’ time
in the city or out of town, if you see me, i got a lot of rounds

[verse 2: onfully]
k turned it up a notch, you know d*mn well i ain’t finna box
stop a n*gga time like a nine to five, punchin’ clocks
this b*tch be shootin’ videos like tiktok
pour a whole pint just for free when an opp die

[verse 3: the godfather & the big homie]
quick to send a n*gga up, he goin’ bye*bye (yop)
fully be gone in five seconds, need a stopwatch
so many flavors on the table, but i wanna smoke that dada
n*gga, i can’t stop slidin’, hmm, ’til all them n*ggas diе, die
yeah, i tell 8 to grab thе chopper, finna send ’em to the clouds high
this n*gga boom trippin’, act like dave chappelle, i told him, “how high?”
tryna put him next to god, or right next to his partner
that n*gga not the tweaker, every time we slide, that n*gga drivin’
[verse 4: bandgang masoe & beno]
or hidin’
n*ggas checkin’ out, they ain’t survivin’
heard you givin’ check out to b*tches, joe biden
love sendin’ hits, can’t quit it, it’s excitin’
and i still’ll k!ll your ass in public like i’m licensed, money (ayy)

[verse 5: beno]
b*tch, i told her, “stop playin’, stuff these pills in your privates”
he shot that sh*t up in his arm, just sit back, don’t fight it
i gotta hit it with a two ’cause that dog be bitin’
he said can i teach him how to cook it? yeah, just one more time
i slapped the switchy on this bl!cky, lil’ boy, yeah, you better hide
it’s like fifty in my d*ckies, you know that i’m on my grind

[verse 6: the big homie]
all i gotta do is say yop and up a yop, hmm, yop, then they all dead
think my clip old as h*ll ’cause they full of bald*heads
if i’m in the field puttin’ in work, the n*gga gotta be dead
i done had to f*ck her on the couch, the broke b*tch ain’t have a bed
number 8, but subtract two, i hit his ass with six
how you walkin’ outside, not payin’ attention? you know how this sh*t get

[verse 7: bandgang lonnie bands]
they know lonnie bring the bag like it’s christmas, huh
i’m with some millionaires, they was henchmans
yeah, we put b*tter on them biscuits
make sure them b*tches shoot proper, huh, ooh*woppers, huh
we been knockin’ n*ggas out they boots, shoe doctor
huh, gold, copper, sold more white ones than your foot locker
ho shoppin’, lookin’ for a b*tch to sell that oochie walla

- poody gordy

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