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lirik lagu slum summer freestyle – rara

[intro]
slum, yeah
slum, yeah
slum summer n-gga, yeah, huh
threepeat on the way n-gga, yeah, huh
you know it

[verse]
i’m straight out atlanta, straight out the trap
work the scale, work the strap
come out the bowl for the low
just a lil court, trappin’ a sport
rolex flooded, drop top gutted
big block runnin’, we look like money
bankroll on me, we look like dealers
tat on my face, we look like k!llers
we look like kings, people with them things
and we owe everything to our wingmen
owe everything to my strap
vs shine on the victory lap
run up a check in the city of cap
lil n-gga got fire like the city of god
play with that blow, we gon’ send you to god
get caught with that sh-t, they gon’ send you to art
you know my b-tch got a big -ss booty
slum don’t f-ck with no ho with cooties
slum don’t f-ck with no ho that’s bougie
get kicked out the ride, inspired by gucci, slum
hustle gang n-gga, dopeboy all in your b-tch, yeah
toe pop all at your ho house, daycare all in your ho mouth
i got the whip with the pump like them boys that ran
dope don’t support no fake -ss kickin’ it
dope don’t sponsor no grown -ss men
yeah my trap got a check n-gga, come on in
if i wanna f-ck that b-tch she gon’ come on in
i got that girl in the blender, i ate her for dinner
yeah i’m a slum dog, wasn’t raised in the kennel
yeah i’m a cold n-gga, i was born in a blizzard
hang with more dogs than big boi
slum eat more than a big gulp
got no time for b-tch hugs
i got no time for that ho, b-tch
hatin’ on me, that’s some ho sh-t
hatin’ on your dog, that’s ho sh-t
these n-ggas out here on some more sh-t
wanna hide your hands and throw sh-t
tryna f-ck up the plan in motion
you n-ggas ain’t havin’ no more sh-t
n-ggas ain’t havin’ no paper
serve these n-ggas like waiters
slum push weight like ac slater
got a stick on me that’s long like vader
ball like rondo, trap out the condo
young b-tch suck this d-ck for a huncho
hit up the plug, them things come pr-nto
hit up the street, them things just came in
if i gotta go, the same way i came in
hard as a motherf-cker
got these rap n-ggas ‘nnoyed as a motherf-cker
my b-tch bad, she spoiled as a motherf-cker
dopeboyra, he r-t-rded as a motherf-cker
ridin’ in the wraith with the stars in the motherf-cker
studio like jail, got bars in the motherf-cker
four car garage, four cars in the motherf-cker
n-gga please don’t get me started in this motherf-cker
’cause i’m goin’ all out for it
pull up and shoot up your whole house for it
open hand slap ‘cross your whole mouth for it, n-gga
swervin’ these bands
floor filled up with your whole forensics
paint on the vert, it’s so flourescent
n-gga i ain’t gon’ lie, i love finessing
n-gga i ain’t gon’ lie, we love the trap
couple my partners, they love to cap
all my young n-ggas love they strap
all of my hoes, they love they job
suckin’ on dope when the time get hard
suckin’ on dope when the sky get dark
you know it n-gga
i give you a shot, don’t blow it n-gga
play, i do everything but ignore it n-gga
yeah, dope go hard and you know it n-gga
you love my sh-t but don’t show it n-gga
you gon’ die tryna be heroic n-gga
i’m slidin’ in your ho, they savin’ these hoes
dopeboy havin’ his way with these hoes
like simon says, dope what my diamond says
uh, rambo sh-t when it’s time to play it, yeah
who need the cook up? i got the hook up
i got the game in a headlock n-gga
got married to the street through wedlock n-gga
play, get shot in your dreadlock n-gga
dope on the stove, b-tch on the pole
bag on the line, b-tch on hold
f-ck all your threat, lil b-tch on vogue
slum on somethin’, ’bout to bomb the summer

- rara

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