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lirik lagu dump001 – slugga (@thatiskobe)

intro/slug’s apology letter * 0:00*1:00
destination * 1:00*1:48
bag * 1:48*2:41
munny *2:41*3:42
wls * 3:42*5:31

(destination)

hopped out the two door
(stay dripped in glamour)
paparazzi screaming
(slug please we want more)
i tilt my head
then kilt them dead
like ye said
flashing lights
like the feds ahead
hopped in my two*seater
gassed like the meter
b*tches screaming slug
they gassed just to meet her
the praise won’t stop
like cb, sevyn streeter
but they could still see me
riding round with my heater

or with a hit man, derek jet*ear
feminine but i hit man, abuser
just got another hit man, i chart there
ion play like hit man, no gamer

in the passenger
sitting right here
said they was passin her, where?
i see naan

hoe that could do me
read me, school me
im so hot, woowee
wrist iced, it cool me

(bag)
im that b*tch, ya n*gga want me get my groove (on!)
f*ck him, ditch him, (bye!) now he crying, never move on
they like “slug you be doing these lil n*ggas too wrong”
if my main n*gga find out then he smoking both like two bongs

sh*t gstar just asked me to hop on two songs
highest in demand, big boss, like them ty*cons (tycoon)
wait what the f*ck, im a bad b*tch uh
so hot, never really took a bad picturea

money is the language, can you speak translation?
my rosetta stone is benjamin faces
is ya rollie facin
is yo goalie placed in ?
like do you ball? like is you home basing

yo bm in my dm
and yo bd wanna see me
please don’t play me like a cd
imma roc you out like riri

(munny)

mimic my flows, my steps, mimic my toes
these girls never cold, like they all mimicking hoes
these bird ain’t fly so i dont mimic them crows
i just stay cold like ny, out by soho
you too predictable, where my cristoball
cause all they do is copy, printable, stunt double
im a c*nt i suspend girls, princ*p*l
careers cut it’s the end girls, credits rolled

you can’t f*ck wit me, you b*tches can’t peg me
if he got a buck on him, like sponge b, i’ll suck on em like a keg b
cop gissepui for my right and my left feet
next pls, go! get em out my face like mc

she thinkin’ she a ki (key) like them thangs that jangle
imma murder she like when they wrote that sangle (single)
b*tches ain’t catch, ain’t fetch that the last line
you b*tches can’t catch, so bench the side line

(wls)

all you flow crooks is shook
to hear a new one from me
got new heat like new guns for you to meet
all these hoes wanna be me trick or treat
where ya costume?
new n*gga got bread
never care what it cost him
spit so hard, spit so awesome i lost em
checking b*tches off the list names what im crossing
me and my b*tches wild just like a mosh pit
we is too cold, get mitts gon defrost it

i am that b*tch, they said that
if you need a hit, im the b*tch to get bats
p*ssy only pop pop pop for big bags
like you don’t get sleep, or you just spend racks

im the best, discussion gon and end that
get a hit, concussion you ain’t got that
im crushing you b*tches, like it’s high school
can’t reach the top you my son, a high stool

i’ll crack ya lip, you’ll need the burts bees
beat up the beats so bad i hurt these
n*ggas p*ssy, they doing they skirtsys
they be feening on my pics, these n*ggas lurk me

i be balling more, than a endzone
they stall more, than a porter potty
in a fair zone
b*tches tryna cop my style, cop my stitch, my clothes on
they tryna cop the fabric, your sow on

black on a track like it’s twelve am*ish
need me a soulja boy like on yasss bish
handle his cheese, handle his cabbage
never say please for bread, baguettes out in paris

- slugga thatiskobe

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